Here he is, Meatball. Four days before Christmas, I heard a pitiful meowing and saw this boy sitting on top of garbage cans, desperately in search of food. He inhaled a small can of food, then another, and drank water for several minutes. Then he was gone. A few days later, back, on a very cold night (for Florida so this means maybe 50), and I opened my screen porch and let him sleep on the kitty warming bed. If I feed a cat, I am going to get that cat fixed and shots. He was SO obviously, or had been, someone's pet, he was NOT street smart, AT ALL, and he was chubby. He let me pick him up and hold him. I am so angry at the people who probably moved away and left him, or whatever his story is, but it is very common in this area. SHAME on those horrible people, wherever they are!!!