This marvelous creature followed the movers in when we moved into our urban townhouse three years ago. He apparently liked what he saw and decided to keep us. I came to find out that he had been abandoned as a kitten in the parking lot of the bar behind our house. He had spent the past seven years residing under the building and being cared for by the bartenders and patrons. They had named him "Scrappy" and he had his own personal stool at the bar. These days Scraps spends most of his time lying in the sun on our back patio wall or right in the middle of our bed. He still enjoys going over to the bar occasionally to hang out with old friends...but, he's most often found following me around like a little puppy dog. From street fighting bar fly to mama's boy ~
