Tom, the oldest cat of the bunch.

This is Tom - quite an original name for a tomcat, huh? He found us about eight years ago, probably because we would leave a bowl of cat food on the porch for our other cats. I trapped him, had him neutered and released him back to our front yard fully expecting him to run far, far away. He never left after that. He is a fixture on the front porch unless it is freezing or storming (in which case he finds his way inside). He thinks he is boss, and he might be right. Other than his recent eye infection, this guy is, by far, the most low maintenance cat - give him food and he is grateful. My kind of cat.