My name is William, I was scruffy and scrawny and hanging around a porch always waiting to be fed. Then it got cold and my fur was matted and I got chewed on by a Coyote or maybe two and I wound up going inside the house for warmth abd a bath...and the vet...terrible days. I got shaved and stiches and shots and a nice new home that I only leave to supervise the stupid humans whom I love. They cut the grass? WHY dont they know all the good bugs live there. Ciao WILL