Mister Skid is a gentle soul. He came through the cat door and skidded into the kitchen, and so his name.
He's in great shape; comes and goes as he pleases. I'm sure he belongs to someone, but lately he prefers here. Some day he may go home, but for now, he roams this home to my delight. I've had a lot of cats but none as sweet as Mister Skid.