Adopted cats know and remember the kindness shown them. We have a new one who came to us in a terrible stormy period. We have figured out that he was abandoned when the people in the rent house down the road were forced to leave after not paying their rent (verified by the landlord today). That was four months ago. He was on his own in the relative wild foraging for about three months and he showed it. Fur matted, tail full of burrs, eyes sunken, thin as a rail and soaked to the skin. After food, a trip to the vet and an nice place to stay he is a different cat that follows us around the place like a little dog. Homer has jointed our little family of refugees that protect our place from snakes and vermin.
“Homer has jointed our little family of refugees”
We had a solid black kitty named Homer. His brother was Jethro (of course).