Pusscat Willum appeared in our garden one summer, and never left. When the cold weather came, we invited him into our house where he promptly vanished into the basement for a couple of months before taking over the entire house. He turned in to such a loving pet, and would purr just because he was so happy. He would come when called, swallow pills with no fuss, had lost all but one of his fangs in fights, squawked instead of meowing, and loved to be close to us. We had him for 5 years, and I believe they were the best years of his life.