Our cats - after I'd said I wouldn't get any more when my old boy died.
The three on the left are our wild babies. They eventually decided that living in a house was better than living under one. Leo came along a few weeks later, also wild, and he thought he'd found a cat hotel. We got him fixed too and let him stay. We lost our little Bub last December. You can see she's the littlest of the three. And then our Tom (literally) turned up in a storm, asking from the doorway if he could share the other cats' food that was on the plate. I'd met him about a week before, and I'd told my husband that I felt bad about putting him outside. In fact I didn't. I just told him he didn't live here and walked back up the stairs, and left him to it. He just looked like he needed a break, unlike the fat cats around here that come and try their luck at stealing food. Fortunately for all of us, he came back and stayed.