adult black forest cat laying on brown dried leaves

The cat in this picture first came to our door about a year ago. He was small, scared, pretty beat up, and his meow was the most pathetic raspy little sound we’ve ever heard. He still lives outside (mostly) but we feed him and brush him and let him inside the house now. I walked past him lounging in the leaves on an unusually warm day. He looked quite pleased with himself, and he should be, he’s come a long way.