His name is Railroad Boy. Found by the tracks, we try to give them names that right away enable us to “keep track” of where they came from. How he got there, we do not know. Or were he intended to go. Clear was, he could not just stay there, did not really have a place called home. Once carried into our foster home, he politely said Hi to all the other cats and spread himself out on the kitchen floor, as if to say: “This is good here, would you please serve me now?” He is a cat to home is everywhere, provided there is love. His old people we think he has forgotten. They never looked for him. They did not love him, they did not deserve him. He is looking for a new life. Please give him a home for 15 Christmases to come! He now is may be 5 years old, such a sweet, sweet cat.