One day, he found a bowl of food outside a house. No one seemed to mind, so he helped himself. The next day, the bowl was refilled, so he helped himself again. Again and again, the food kept coming back, and eventually, a woman began to join him. He let her pet him, but he was too scared to let her pick him up. But she was nice and brought him food, so he kept coming back.
After a while, the food was in a box. How strange! But he was hungry, so he went inside. BANG! The box slammed shut behind him, and the woman came and took him somewhere where he saw a doctor who cut off the tip of his ear. Ow! Then the women took him back and put him in a dark, scary garage. But a man came out and opened the door, and the cat bolted out!
The woman was afraid she'd never see the cat again, but after a week, he was hungry, so he came back, meowing for food and attention.

He had a house and it was his. He had a person and she was his. And he lived happily ever after to the end of his days.
RIP Brumus. You had 13 wonderful years as the happiest cat I'll ever know. What better life could a cat have asked for?