Every time I see him, I crouch down to touch and scratch him, making him very comfortable. At first he looked at me like a stranger, but soon he sees me as one of his kind friends. 

He must have got a home and a lord. But no one knows when and why he lost them and started to wander on the street. 

Although I want to adopt him to give him a warm home and mitigate his loneliness, I know I have no much time to be by his side, which may give him more sorrow. So I'd better not hurt him once more by my well-meant love. 

Fortunately, there are warm-hearted people who provide shelter in the yard, and offer food and water regularly in front of his 'home'. 

Anemals are like ourselves, they need care, they need love.