I saw this guy on Maynard Street, and I think he might be Charley's Sampson. He was so nice and friendly; when I squatted down to call him over, he meowed and trotted over and again, and we became good friends whilst bonding over a hearty scruff-scratch.
Update: Charley speculates that this couldn't be Sampson. I've decided that this guy's name is Harris. Harris Bonaventure.
