That's a feral cat. He's been hanging around for almost 2 years, living under the shop. He would disappear in the winters - I don't know where he was going or how he lived - but then show up again in the Spring. I would leave food out for him, but none of us could ever get even remotely close to him. Finally, in September (this year), I took a day and just sat still near the food bowl with some cheap bologna. Deli meat! That's what did it. Within a week, I had him eating from my hand, then living in a pile of hay under the back overhang, then following me around meowing at me incessantly, and now living in the shop and driving me completely nuts. He meows at me and is underfoot all day long. All he wants to do is sit on my lap. He's probably gained about 10 pounds too.
Copy and photos supplied by Eric Kettenburg.