Bandit

Bandit was born of a neighborhood stray. His mother was adopted by some neighbors, neutered, and remains an outdoor cat.

In theory, Bandit was also adopted by some neighbors. Then I noticed that he was getting skinnier and skinnier. You could see his ribs. Clearly, his human family wasn't taking care of him.

At that point, I decided that misery is plentiful in the world, but cat food is cheap so I can do something about it.

Bandit isn't supposed to be my cat, but I love him anyway, and try to take care of him as best I can.

Bandit, fat and sassy, after his recovery from a mange infection that almost killed him.

This is an old photo of Bandit sitting on our doorstep. Look at how tiny the little guy is!

[photo] Good morning! Bandit awakes from a nap in our shrubbery.

[photo] Bandit patrols the neighborhood, protecting us all from sneaky rodents and naughty birds.