It is a beautiful cat. I call it Patches because it has patches of black on its white body. Patches is a stray cat, and has been around for a while now. It looks healthy and well fed. Someone must have been feeding it regularly. Maybe that is why he is not shy of people. I came upon Patches on my return from my walk the other day. It was sleeping at the void deck with not a care in the world. My footsteps must have aroused Patches from its sleep. I thought it would spring away like most strays do. It didn’t. Instead, he stretched lazily and began to groom itself. I stood by and clicked a few pictures. It didn’t seem to both Patches at all.