This is Sandy. Well, his FULL name (in the style of Game of Thrones) is Ser Sandy Phineas D----, the first of his name, eater of foods and crier at windows. But generally we just stick with Sandy. In September of last year, this little furball just randomly showed up at my workplace, looking quite pitiful. He was so skinny you could see his ribs, and you could tell he'd been on his own for awhile. My coworkers and I quickly decided that we couldn't let the little guy go hungry. So naturally, he began to hang around more. He'd come by a few times a day to visit and grab some food, and then he'd vanish. There was initially an on-going debate about whether or not the cat was a male or female, which is how I suggested calling him Sandy, since it would work either way. And the name stuck!
A Southern geek with a creative streak