My cat was one of those that was either turned out or just didn't like his living arrangements. I found him (or he found me) as a stray. A can of tuna and we were cordial. Trip to the vet for a check-up, shots and a bath, and the adoption was complete. He passed in 2001, eight years later.

I'd have picked up dweste's friend while passing through Sacramento/Stockton last week, but my living arrangements won't allow it (roommate hates cats). Hope things work out.