My grandmother ended up with a cat because it came with the house she bought. Midnight's first family took her with them when they moved out but she came back to the house a couple weeks later and wouldn't leave. They came and got her, and a day or two later she was back at my grandmother's door. After the 3rd or 4th time, my grandmother had a cat.
She was en excellent mouser who would beg for popcorn (and nothing else).
My aunt had a cat who basically lived in the whole condo complex and probably begged food from everyone lol. But he’d also just go to other people’s places to hang out.
I remember one day when we were out for a walk, and we passed by a neighbor’s place and there her cat was, on the back of the guy’s sofa, watching football with the neighbor on his big screen TV.
When she moved away, everyone dropped by to say goodbye to her cat.
One summer some neighbour's cat kept coming in through a door we had open for ventilation and just chilled out on our sofa. This happened from early summer to mid autumn when he stopped coming (I believe his de jure owner locked him up for the winter). He hasn't come back since. I miss him and still get reminded of plenty of photos I took with him, lol.
My mind somehow merged your username and the title and I read the combination as "Poor baby Jesus is starving". Was confused for a second, and now utterly devastated to see this poor starving cat.