Very well could be. One day he just busted through the cat door like a cowboy into a saloon, plopped down on the kitchen floor, and declared that he lived there. So I have no idea where he actually came from.

I lost my boy Coco literally minutes after this picture was taken. Out in the woods, miles from home. I went out for 40 days straight looking for him. Hiked all over the area, brought friends, borrowed drones, got shot at by meth cooks. Eventually the 41st day, he was just setting at the entrance to the nature reserve ready to go home.

She looks like she’s at least part Turkish Van like Coco. They are Smart, sweet, loyal cats.

Edit. My bad, just realized this wasn’t one of the cat comms. I should have dulled that down.