Memoirs of a very lucky stray cat in Cornwall …

I wasn’t sure what to expect the day I followed Josh home. Life as a stray teaches you to keep your guard up—trust isn’t easy when you’re used to being invisible. But Josh didn’t ignore me. He saw me, really saw me, and for the first time in what felt like forever, someone cared.

He led me to a shed in his backyard. It wasn’t much, but to me, it was a palace. A dry roof over my head, a cozy blanket, and, best of all, food—actual food! Josh came by every day to check on me, talk to me, and make sure I had everything I needed.

At first, I didn’t know if this was permanent. Would he get tired of me? Send me on my way? But something amazing happened—other members of the family started visiting too. The kids came around with treats and scratches behind the ears (my favorite), and even though I was still cautious, I started to feel… loved.

Then came the mom. She had a gentle voice and soft hands. She spoke to me kindly, even brought me inside to snoop around! One day, she scooped me up and put me in a strange box. I didn’t know what was happening, and I meowed my confusion the whole way to wherever we were going.

The place smelled like fear and other animals—a vet! They gave me some pokes (ouch!), cleaned me up, and made sure I wouldn’t be making any baby D.B. Coopers in the future. It was scary, but when we got home, I understood: these humans were investing in me. They wanted me to be healthy, safe, and part of their world. I later learned that only by the grace of a kind lady named Mary Jane Proulx was my new family able to afford all this. Her rescue does a lot for strays like me in this area.

I’m still figuring it all out. Life inside the shed was a good start, but now I get to spend my days in the house, surrounded by warmth and love. The kids still come to play with me, Josh gives me plenty of pets, and the mom—well, she’s the one who gave me my second chance.

There’s one thing left to sort out: Gigi, the family cat. She’s not thrilled about sharing her space, and well, neighter am I, if I’m being honest. I’m the new guy, and she’s been queen of the castle for a long time. She hisses at me and it makes me nervous.

I’ll keep trying. For now, I’m just grateful to be here. My days of wandering are behind me, and this Christmas, I’ll be spending the holidays indoors, surrounded by love, good food, and the kind of kindness that makes a cat’s heart feel full.

Thank you, Josh, for seeing me. Thank you, family, for loving me. And Gigi… well, maybe one day, we’ll share the couch. Miracles happen, right?

Merry Christmas from D.B.Cooper, the luckiest tabby cat in town.