Big and beautiful, strong and lithe, this 17-pound orange striped long-haired tabby is king of all he surveys. Sunny got his name because of the color of his fur, bright like the sun, but mostly because he could always find the sunny spot in the room, and proceed to lay out, fully stretched, in the warmth. Sunny came to us a stray kitten, as have most of our cats; either dumped out or homeless for one reason or another. Our cats are rescue cats, and they have found a haven here in the sticks. Sunny, also called Bunny, and even Honey, is a unique cat who has strived to earn his keep around here. He has brought us many "gifts" over the years; mostly small field mice, moles, frogs, lizards, and other assorted critters. Once he even brought a foot-long copperhead to our front door, dead of course. I would like to know the story behind that, but I suppose it's his secret. He loves being outdoors, stalking prey in the tall grass, and enjoying the sunshine, but he is just as comfortable on my bed or recliner, reveling in the knowledge that he is loved and safe. I would rather he just stay indoors where I know he is not in danger, as my cats were always indoor cats when I lived in the city. But here in the country, cats seem to play by different rules, and there is a certain wildness in them that longs to be indulged. So it is with Sunny, my Little Man. He does stay close, though, never leaving our small couple of acres. I suppose he doesn't want to be too far from his Fancy Feast, just in case his hunting activities turn up nothing. He will always be our Baby Boy, no matter how big or brave an intrepid hunter he fancies himself to be.