Don’t mind the blood. I have a new cat.
Did I mention I’m sneaky? The cat Hope chose the last time I let her adopt a cat (that put us at two) is a contemptible little pain who doesn’t like her, doesn’t like me, refuses to use the litterbox and would rather be outside.
The neighbor’s cat, however–one of at least ten, and mostly ignored though occasionally fed–is beautiful, sweet-tempered, playful, and quite willing to do his business in a lovely warm litterbox.
His name is Ravenclaw, and the neighbor will get him back when/if they actually notice him missing and come say something. Otherwise I have two inside/outside cats and one outside associate.
Oh, and a hell of a lot of scratches. Did I mention Ravenclaw is playful?