The Stray
The name is Snow…Thunder Snow. You may recognize me, I’m a cat, white and smooth with patches of dark black like a thunder cloud. People say I might be part Siamese. I live in your neighborhood. I’m a bit skittish, so you may want to stay out of my way. I may look cuddly, but you’re never going to get near enough to me to find out.
I was minding my own business in my old neighborhood when I was caught. I guess I was yowling too much and wasn’t paying attention. Whoever took me wrapped me up in a towel, threw me into a car and drove away. It was a long drive, or seemed that way; though I was scared, I did what cats do and once I realized my life wasn’t in immediate danger, I just slept.
The next thing I know I’m let out and whoever captured me disappeared. So now I’m in your neighborhood. I’ve learned from my mistake. I will never utter a sound again.
It took me a while to get my bearings and find myself a shelter. It’s well hidden and no one knows where it is. I also found a local feeding station. There’s a couple that lives in the area that even built me a feeding box. Every morning and evening I go there and there’ll be food waiting for me. They leave me water all year. In the winter it is even heated. I’ve got them trained well. They’ve tried to entice me into 
their house a few times but I’m smarter than that. If the food is in the doorway, I might step in to get a bite, but no way do I stay if either of them comes near me; after all, I’m Thunder Snow. I control my own destiny.
There are times when I look in through their glass doorway and imagine myself resting quietly without the hassle of barking dogs and food/water stealing raccoons, but I still don’t trust them. It’s only been three and a half years here, I gotta’ make sure they don’t have any evil plans afoot. Besides I’m a stray. I’m feral. Domesticate me and then where will I get all my fresh live meat? No–I’ll stay outside. I’ll keep to myself. As I long as I let them keep hoping that I’ll be their cat, they’ll keep feeding me and I can be myself, Thunder Snow the Silent.
don’t laugh, is it true ? It could be.
My daughter has a purebred cat, never goes out. It’s a rag doll, white, with grey head, gray legs and tail. Yours might be mixed with that breed.
When I bought a house years ago the people who sold it left all the cats. It was real creepy. Everyone told me not to feed them, but it was heart breaking to see them waiting to be fed. I bought a big bad of cat food and fed them every morning, when it got cold I put a dog igloo out for them with blankets. I peeked in and saw them curled up warm. I called cat rescue. they trapped them and found homes for them.