Eventually she warmed up to us enough that she would occasionally let us pet her, and she'd sneak into the house and eat from our cat's dish if we left a door open while Apple was outside. One day my wife came home from the store and found her sleeping on our bed; apparently she had come in without my wife noticing before she left. At that point we pretty much knew we'd been chosen.
We named her Patch, and from the markings on her face it should be apparent how we came up with the name. Of all our cats (we have three, the third of which was part of the litter she was pregnant with when she adopted us), she has the most intense stare, and while she is affectionate she is definitely affectionate on her own terms. Despite all her years as a feral cat (my best estimate is that she's at least six years old), she has never bitten or scratched either of us.
I like your cat Patch already. In fact, I am seriously considering copying that pic and cropping it to make up a sign with a “Warning” banner across it.
That is a gorgeous tortie!
Pretty girl. Yep, she knows which side her bread is buttered on. She wants that gushy food to keep on comin’, she ain’t gonna scratch her benefactor. Looks like she’s been in a scrape or two before she changed her lifestyle. I bet her kittens were pretty.