Right after I moved into my house I noticed a black cat that seemed to think he lived there, too. He would come up to the back door and meow to be let in. Eventually, I realized that he must have been abandoned by the family that lived in the house before me (neighbors eventually confirmed it). I started going onto the back deck, offering food and talking to "Black Kitty". After about a week of this he managed the courage to approach me. I renamed him "Onyx" and he's been my beloved pet for the past 11 years.

Shannon
Santa Rosa, CA