There are a bunch of feral cats roaming our apartment complex. I guess they just live here, like the feral roosters in Kauai. A few months ago one of our missionaries, Sister Johnson, named two of them. There’s Garfield, who’s (not surprisingly) an orange tabby. And there’s Gary, who’s… everyone else. Any time we see a cat that’s not an orange tabby, we just call him Gary.
Here’s Gary lounging on the apartment steps tonight:
There are at least a dozen Garys. There’s also a single all-black cat, who we’ve named Magic Gary since black cats always have a wizard somewhere nearby.
It’s fun to have Garys around– we usually pet them if we’re walking past and they don’t run away (they’re pretty skittish).