This is Pity Pat. About 4 years ago, she was seen running through my backyard into the nearby woods. At first I ignored her. I was not looking for a second cat. I admired her silky black fur from my deck, but she ran when she saw me. She looked to be about half-grown. I had assumed she belonged to someone.
However, as the days and weeks went by she was getting thinner and thinner. One morning I looked out and she was up on the deck eating bird seed out of the feeder.

(What a pity, I thought-the beginning of her name) By now she was skin and bones. I had to feed her. At first she wouldn't come near me. I would leave the food at the bottom of the stairs.

Then, I was sitting on the deck one morning and she jumped into my lap, settled down and purred! That was it! She moved in with us and our Russian Blue. They are good buddies. This picture shows her sitting in her favorite window, happy to be an indoor cat. She just loves people and greets everyone at the door with her little squeaky meow.