About for years ago there was a stray cat in my neighborhood. One morning when I was leaving to school, the cat came up and rubbed against my leg. It was to cold to leave him outside, and my mom let me take him inside. She said that we could leave him there so he wouldn't freeze. We brought him in and left for school. When i got home later that day yje cat was still there. I fed him and gave him some water. My father came home that night, and he said that e musn't get attached, because we couldn't keep him. He told us all to call him "The Stray". My father does love cats, but we already had a few. So soon, we called the cat just stray. But he wasn't a stray anymore, we got to keep him.