Spot - the striped tabby
Our unexpected new family member that we found in our detached garage at the end of a work day back in May. Must have gotten stuck after I was in and out organizing the garbage and recycling.
In the first pic you can see how skinny he is, damaged, whiskers (likely burned), and missing a lot of fur off his hind legs. He also walked with a limp due to his front paw pads being totally raw and bleeding.
It went from “we’ll check around and see if he belongs to anyone” and “we’ll call the humane society”, to our four year old saying, “well, we have a cat now so we have to go to the green store (dollarama) and get food, treats, toys, and a bowl.”
3 months later, our cuddly stray pal is right at home, microchipped, neutered, loved, fed, and even has an additional playmate.
I now understand the cat distribution system. It exists.