Sitting on the front porch at the corner of Eucalyptus and 23rd, an inquisitive pumpkin-orange cat eyed me with suspicion. He knew he wanted to be in the house, but wasn't so sure about the weirdo hanging out outside. But the prospect of winning his way into the promised land was too tempting and figured if the Keepers of the Cats trusted me, I couldn't be all bad.
Jack (then Pumpkin) and I had some good evenings on that porch before he officially became one of the pack.
Goodbye sweet Jack, Pumpkin King.
