This guy has quite the story. He showed up at my family's house about 10 years ago(I'm 13 right now, so I was 3-4 years old when he showed up). It was quite random. We went around the neighborhood, asking "is this your cat?" "Have you seen this cat before?" to no avail. So, we just let him hang around. We never gave him a proper name, just called him "scruffy". We didn't bring him inside because we already had two cats. Eventually one of our two cats passed away and the other started to spend time outside. We have a sizeable property so it was perfectly safe for him to do so. The two cats, scruffy and fuzzy, became good friends. Many a day, I would see fuzzy chasing scruffy around and vice versa. They teamed up to bully the local mice and left our yard and ventured into the neighborhood many times. Late at night, I would call to fuzzy and there he would appear, scruffy at his side. I always felt bad shutting the door on scruffy, but I knew he'd stay on the deck for a while until he decided it was time to retire for the night. On bitter cold nights in the thick of a snowstorm, scruffy would appear at our back door, meowing to be let in. Sometimes we'd let him in, somtimes not. Through it all he survived. He's had his share of injuries of course. One of his ears is permanently bent, his fur is matted, etc. But whose looking? After Fuzzy passed away, Scruffy didn't have to wait long for a new companion. That complain lies in Pete. Pete is another story for another day, but he inherited Fuzzy's position. Unfortunately, Pete started having asthma attacks so he isn't allowed outside anymore but he too responded to my calls, late at night to return to the house. Scruffy has been around pretty much my entire life. It still baffels me that he has survived this long. He's been a huge part of my childhood and the day that he can't come around anymore will be the day I close a chapter to my life. But for now, he'll just be Scruffy, the invincible cat.