… we fed him. (We think the cat is a male but we’re not actually sure.) He came out of the woods on the coldest days, timid at first, wild. I put out dishes of food and he’d approach quickly, but without making any eye contact. But he’s not wild at all. Abandoned, maybe. Because it’s so cold, I made him a bed in a sheltered area, with an old pillow and some polar fleece. When I went to straighten it while he was eating the other morning, I found a tiny dead shrew tucked into one fold of the fleece. (Just in case?) I’ve put a note on Craigslist and a little card on the community mailboxes where everyone in our sparsely-populated area collects mail. Silence so far. This morning he came in and looked around. He found the rocking chair by the fire.