Georgie always looked like he knew far too much about bad situations in his past. But he had a strong constitution for going ahead with life and hoping things would get better. I hope his time with me was as good for him as it was for me. I got Georgie in his middle to late years, as I don't know how old he was. He had been living with a distant neighbor who was moving and wasn't real sure what would become of Georgie or his mother. I took both cats home. Sadly, Georgie's mom had inoperable cancer, but she was given lots of love and TLC in the last 3 months of her life. Georgie loved to come and sit on the couch with my boyfriend and I and be petted. He had never lived inside before. He had a favorite catnip mouse that he used to carry around in the middle of the night while meowing loudly. He loved to lay in the sun on the slate patio, especially near the end of his days with us. One summer he was outside and didn't come in before dark as per usual. We had a storm which caused massive flooding in the neighborhood. Our grounds were underwater, and he would have had to swim home for the next 3 days. Of course I was frantic and put up signs and went looking everyday. On the 10th day, when I got up for work, his little face greeted me outside the french doors to the patio! I was never so happy to see anyone! And he never strayed far from home again!