I wish I knew his name. Sunday in the late afternoon he saunters by for a visit. He is fearless. I once saw him stare down a dog. But on this day he came just to sit and share some rubs. We have become friends and yet – with all the tags the poor little creature wears – I still don’t know his name. He is a beautiful biscuit color with tips of marmalade – just like a breakfast delicacy. He comes and visits and stays as long as we can sit outside with him, and once done, he goes on his merry way back, I am confident, to a family that loves him.