Meet Jabba the Cat. Also known as "Bubba," "Bruiser," and "Cow-kitty."
One day, around four years ago, the dog was barking ferociously at something up the tree. The whole family walked over there to see what the commotion was. It was this cat, skin and bones (believe it or not), howling. When my mother approached the tree, the cat jumped right in to her arms.
We're pretty sure some thoughtless person dropped him off in the country, because there is no way this cat would willingly leave a home. He's the most happy-go-lucky, people-person friendly cat I've ever known. He loves to eat. He loves strangers and anyone that will pet him. Yet, he's also the biggest, clumsy scaredy-cat in the whole countryside. Rain drops, the smallest rumble of a thunderstorm, chickens, bumble-bees, the wind, his own shadow -- everything scares him and sends him lumbering back to the nearest person's arms/lap. In four years, he has not wandered outside of a 30ft radius of the homestead. He sleeps in the garage, with a couple of other strays, but his favorite thing to do is to sneak in to the house and hide under beds (especially in thunderstorms) or sit in chairs. He's the worst mouser I've ever seen (he sits and watches them play), but we love him anyway. We're happy he found us.