Is it just me, or does that first photo look like Finn The Human?
I know a big, fat black street cat who I call Gremlin. He only loves me when he’s hungry, or when it’s cold or raining. Then he comes inside and cuddles up to me like he’s my best friend, and he even made friends with my dog. But as soon as the sun goes down, he’s begging to be let out. Sometimes I don’t see him for days. And sometimes he comes back smelling like perfume. Expensive stuff, like Notorious or White Diamonds. I think Gremlin is an expert hustler. There are probably half a dozen people in this neighborhood who think he’s their cat. Maybe that’s why he’s so fat.