All our cats were once strays. Two adopted us, and one we kidnapped from his original location where he was living on roti prata and murtabak.
One thing about Singapore strays is that they seem to have a few local “owners” who they attach to and to whom they respond. You can also generally find them in the same location.
This one I’ve seen twice now, at a coffee shop on Mei Ling St, near Queenstown. I love the huge eyes on this little guy. I couldn’t help but sneak him a couple of prawn heads. Cutey.