Pretty kitty. My mom helps out several ferals. I’ll be filling in while she’s in the hospital. They are the fattest ferals around.
Ol’ Smudge has become a big old marshmallow. He’s RUINED I tell you, totally RUINED! - He’s a pretty boy.
That’s a good lookin’ cat, reminds me of my Rocket. We found him covered with fleas under an old dishwasher on the front porch of the house we moved into.
Scared of every noise and every movement, but a barrel of laughs. Rockhead got his name because when he was young he ran around a full speed all the time bouncing off walls, furniture, and all the other animals.
I wouldn’t trade him for a million dollars.
Sky was less than 3 months old when I grabbed him from behind the office where dipsticks were trying to kill him. He's still jumpy, 3 years later. But he's just left my lap to go nom from the big bucket. Later, he'll be curled up, cutting off circulation to my right leg, and in the morning, he'll be looking for my (now missing, sorry, interviews coming up) beard to rub against as I try to drink my coffee and smoke my morning smoke and check the news on FR.
But the affection is all up to him, and he's pretty happy these days. Beats eating bugs and avoiding dipsticks.
/johnny
He looks like a snugglebunny.