In the summer of 2024, I retired from work and regularly went shopping by bike - always trying to find new routes. Directly it was 3 km, but occasionally I used routes of 20 km. On one of these routes I met an old cat. I thought it was a female, but another person said it was a male, so I called it "Obi" from OB, which means "old boy". Soon I found out that my first impression was better, and I had to choose another name. I named her "Madame Obi". She looked malnourished and ate everything I brought her. She was living in the grounds of one of those abandoned houses in Japan. So no one 'owned' her and she got only a little food from passers-by. She was deaf and couldn't find food for herself. This was the cause of her malnutrition. She wasn't wary of people which surprised me. Later I found out that many people who walked in the area knew and liked her. Her coat colors are unusual - as if two different cat parts had been sewn together, the...