Hobo, the greatest cat in the world

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Hobo was a great cat!! He was a neighborhood stray. I started by feeding him once a week or so, then gradually more often. He also started out sitting 2 yards away from me, gradually moving closer as I talked to him. I called him Hobo, the people down the street called him "Handsome Stranger." When I realized he was injured I had a friend that said if I would take him in, she'd pay for his medical bills. It turned out he had FIV. The vet said, “Since he’s a stray and has FIV I’ll put him to sleep.” I said: “He may be a stray, but he’s MY stray!!!!” He had him fixed, but couldn’t fix his injury then. He had a great gapping wound on the side of his neck that we had to wait 5 months before he was fattened up enough to stretch the skin to stitch him up. Took 33 stitchs, pulled his ear to the side & he had paralisis on that side of his face. He had also lost his fangs at some point so I didn't have any worries about him giving it to the other cats. He was UGLY, so ugly he was cute, & very, very sweet. Amazing for a stray tom that I knew nothing about. Poor old guy became diabetic & was insulin resistant. He was so funny tho, LOVED potatos. We still miss the silly guy especially when we're peeling potatoes or opening tuna, he'd make such a racket!