Bogart was a scrawny one-eyed stray who some how found himself on my door step. Dispite the barking dogs inside, he planted his skinny butt on the porch and just sat there. I brought him in and fed him and named him Bogart. He has been here for seven years now and has since adopted himself a young friend who followed him in from the garden. We named him Frank and they are buddies now. Two cats are better than one.