My Sweet Boy (Cat)

We moved here 7.5 years ago. Two cats, Tiger and Finnegan, moved here with us. They were my kids. Both of my boys are gone now, one at 21 and one at 19 years of age and I still miss both of them.
After being here for about two years, I kept noticing a young feral cat wandering around. In the winter it gets cold here and we always see coyotes in the field across the street. The cat would never come near me. I started putting food out and made a insulated bed for the cat. One day, I was sitting outside and this feral cat just jumped up into my lap. That's all it took - I knew he was mine and I named him Charlie. Why Charlie? He is a black and white cat, and he has a little black goatee on his chin. He reminded me of Charlie Chaplin. First things first though, off to the vet to get shots and neutered. I tried bringing him in, in the lower level room of our house, away from the other cats, but he would have none of it.
After my other boys were gone, we started working on getting him in the house at least at night. It's been about 5 years now and he has grown accustomed to being in the house most of the time.
Actually, you be the judge:
He goes out most days, he hunts and brings me gifts. If I am outside, and he sees anything moving, he starts growling and runs out to protect me. If I am inside, he is quite content hanging out with me. He has his own chair next to me when I work on the computer. At night, when we hear the coyotes howl, he'll perk up his ears and then stretch as if he doesn't have a care in the world. He is a sweet boy and I am glad he adopted us!