I Love Coming Home.

This last picture, that's Twink.
Twink's (stupid bastard of an) owner moved away and left her behind, so she's become sorta the neighborhood cat. I'd gladly take her in except for the two cat limit in our complex. So Steve feeds her, BJ chats with her during the day, and I tell her every morning when I leave to keep an eye on the place and she greets me with an ankle rub every night when I get home.