Mmm, snow.

Caspian the cat was a stray when I first met him. The previous renters had just left him behind when they moved out, leaving him to fend for himself. By the time I moved in about four months later, the poor cat was severely emaciated and bedraggled, with a... digestive problem that made it impossible to allow him into the house and left his fur a filthy, matted mess.

Well, after a few weeks on a rice-and-ground-turkey diet, his "problem" cleared up enough that we could let him into the house. A few more months on dye-free catfood had him healthy enough that he started gaining some weight. He had a growth spurt almost immediately after I had him neutered, and his winter coat came in about the same time, making him look as though he'd doubled in size. Gone was the scraggly, filthy cat I'd found sleeping on my porch. In his place was a fat, fluffy, lovable kitty that nearly rivals Ghost in size. These days, Caspian (aka "Poopy") lives a cushy life as a feline model, more than happy to don whatever ridiculous costume I've brought home for him to wear so I can take pictures of him for greeting cards.