Well, he has a Twins blanket and access to cable/dish media, so at least he's more well cared for than a friend's college cat. Was waiting in the living room to go work at Twins game nonprofit group concession stand with him. He was around the corner with the door half-closed, whizzing to avoid The Trough at the Dome. "When did you get a cat?" I yelled. "What F#@%!^& cat!?!", he demanded aloud as he re-entered the living room unexpectedly, sans flush or hand wash. Their rental house was overrun by rodents, and they quickly warmed to the idea that allowing a stray cat to live in the house saved money on traps, a CO2 pistol arsenal, and replacement cost due to various household items becoming... spoiled. None of us ever figured out how he got into the house, or where he went. But he earned his keep and I always gave him a good scratch around the ears. And I always washed my hands with their Comet or Saniflush soap substitute.