The cat, that is.
A woman my mom works with stopped by the house last night to leave me a half-feral cat. All black, six months old, very pretty, but all skin and bones. His name is Lucky.
Unfortunately, he has to stay in a crate, and it's taking forever
for him to just tolerate human touch. I was told he's a "cat's cat", part of a feral colony that belongs to some local Crazy Cat Lady, and
does not like human beings. He shies at even the slightest touch, though rampaging dogs seem to have no effect on him, go figure.
*sigh* This is going to take some work.
How do I wind up suckered into these things?
A woman my mom works with stopped by the house last night to leave me a half-feral cat. All black, six months old, very pretty, but all skin and bones. His name is Lucky.
Unfortunately, he has to stay in a crate, and it's taking forever
for him to just tolerate human touch. I was told he's a "cat's cat", part of a feral colony that belongs to some local Crazy Cat Lady, and
does not like human beings. He shies at even the slightest touch, though rampaging dogs seem to have no effect on him, go figure.
*sigh* This is going to take some work.
How do I wind up suckered into these things?
