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The night Himself came in from the wilderness

We continue our low-effort stroll down memory lane with the first picture of Kitteh. He strolled into the house one night in July of 2018, screamed and ran out again. I trapped him next day with a squirrel trap and a pouch of food.

About three months old and totally feral, our local kitty rescue (or, rather, the big scary lesbian who runs our local kitty rescue) recommended we keep him in a cage until he was tamer. She even loaned us the cage (pictured).

It was good advice and he tamed down and acclimated to our other two cats in no time.

Today, he’s a lovable, weird, great fat pudding. He does still get that terrified feral look in his eyes from time to time (not pictured).

Rejoice! It is the weekend!

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Comment from G_d’s Middle Finger
Time: December 29, 2023, 7:03 pm

I haz a Rejoice!


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 29, 2023, 11:49 pm

This has been a very nice week, and being reminded of Kitteh’s successful de-feral-ization and subsequent household acceptance and integration just adds a fine Friday night coda.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 30, 2023, 12:04 pm

We made a small doorish entrance in our garage for “the cat living in the bushes” since it was a coldish oncoming winter.
She would come in at night and eat, and sleep on the blanket in the folding sports chair, and hunt during the day even though we put food out for her.

Then after a while she’d jump up in our laps if we went and sat out there with her.

Then she caught the name Delilah.

Around Christmas time we opened the inside door and she met the Great Danes and instantly took up residence on top of refrigerator for a couple weeks.

Eventually she would sit on the kitchen table and furiously whack them (claws retracted) on the back as they walked by.
Then she got to the point where she’d send out a “where are you!” Ping at 4 in the morning so I could yell “Delilah we’re up here!”. At which point she would scamper up the stairs, come to my side of the bed, carefully jump up to avoid the Danes, and lay down by my left side and purr till we got up.

Had her for about 8 years, she outlasted the Danes.

We miss that cat.


Comment from Anonymous
Time: December 31, 2023, 12:19 am

He’s a handsome fella.

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