Cat Tales

On Wednesday, August 4th while at work I stepped outside for a smoke and heard meowing. I looked around and found a cat under a car. A co-worker coaxed him out and gave him a bowl of water, but I brought the cat inside because it was 105 degrees outside.
I called the humane society to report a found cat. I talked one of the salesmen into taking him home, but just then Chris came in to take me home and okayed taking him home. The next day, I made a bunch of signs and we posted them around the neighborhood. So far, no calls for a white cat. Plenty for grey tabbies, but none for our guest. Surprising because this cat is vey friendly and affectionate, obviously well-loved. Maybe his family is on vacation and the cat-sitter was remiss.
Snarfy has never taken to other cats. He hides and pouts, which is what he did for the first few days. We have showered him with attention, making sure he knows he remains the favorite. For the first time in his fourteen years he has semi-accepted the presence of another cat and seems to concider him to be a minor annoyance.
We are still looking for the cat's family, but until we find them, the kitty's name is Caspar (white as a ghost and very friendly). Caspar is litter box trained, has been caught drinking from the toilet (we quickly learned to keep the lid down) and tries to train me to turn the faucet on for him to drink from.