He comes to eat and we made him a house, which he uses, but in 5 years he hasn't let us touch him.
“...in 5 years he hasn’t let us touch him.”
That’s like our one awful cat, and she’s a house cat that we adopted from the shelter. She’s so pretty and cute and filled with needless fear at all times.
Some day I’m going to get that cat on Prozac and I won’t care who calls me crazy!