This is Beau's momma. She's a street cat at work. As close as I can figure, she is almost five. Old for a street cat. She's a very clever girl. She knows where to come to us for food. She knows the wires that run between the downspouts on the building next door are heated. When she was a young kitty, she knew that if she brought her kittens to us, we would help.
And she knows if she holds still long enough around me she will get her head scratched. Today was one of those rare days when she let me pet her. She was lounging in the sunbeam and tolerated me much longer than usual so I got to tell her a bit about how Beau is doing.
Doesn't she have the sweetest sleepy kitty face?