I got to see Marmalade again after nearly 4 years. He was the stray I looked after at an old house that lived outdoors and moved over to the neighbours when we moved.
It felt like he remembered me but either way it meant the world to see him again!
Arty, the dumbass cat, got spooked by my hoodie strings while he was asleep on my chest. So now I have some nice big scratches on my chest and he even got one under my beard from panic scrabbling...