I use to guard a school overnight in the middle of nowhere. There was a big orange cat that would come in from the dessert occasionally. He did not let me near him at first. I would usually snack on fried chicken while I was there so I started leaving him a piece when I first saw him for the night. After awhile it got to the point where he didn’t care about the chicken so much he just wanted to sit in my lap for hours. Sure beats worrying about coyotes trying to eat you I figured.
It is a hard row to hoe taking in stray animals. My Rocket was stray, and now he is part of the family. He was a tiny kitten under an old dishwasher on the front porch when we moved in.
I just hope that damn trap works. I tested it and shot some lube on the bearing points today, put some cardboard over the floor so it is not so hard on the pads of Hobomeister’s feet.
Hey, yeah, it’s just a cat. But I like the little bastid. He reminds me of some of my human pals. Rode hard and put away wet.
My indoor cats don’t realize how good a life they have.