Here's the story of how Cheeks came to live with me. About 7 years ago my boyfriend Jeff and I moved into my co-workers former apartment in a lowrise in Lowertown. Cheeks was the neighbourhood stray, and had been for what we heard was about 8 years or so. One day a woman in the building next to ours was apparently wandering around with a recycling box apparently trying to catch him so bylaw could pick him up, claiming he was spraying in her basement apartment window. The 2 neighbours who had been feeding him found him and got him to the vets where he was neutered and got all his shots etc. Then they came to me and asked me to take him in because their cats didn't like him. I reluctantly agreed. Turns out him and Milo didn't get along so well and still don't. But they mostly keep their distance. Cheeks LOVES being inside, LOVES hanging around in the backyard (with me supervising) and LOVES sleeping in patches of sun and on the heat vents. He is a very VERY lucky cat. We named him Cheeks because he had the fattest face and had huge cheeks. We assumed it was from eating garbage and god knows what, but we learned that this is a trait of un-neutered male cats. He no longer has big cheeks but he learned his name fast so it stuck. He loves Jeff like crazy. When Jeff comes over Cheeks always climbs on him and lays down. It's really sweet. (Check out his Flickr set here).