This is Spooky. He is/was a feral. He showed up around our house about 7 years ago. He was afraid of everything and incredibly cautious, hence the name. For those years he lived completely outside. Summer and winter. He slept under bushes and must have found some shelter from winter storms as we've had two really bad winters during that time. Ice storm once that knocked out power for a week and almost 2 feet of snow another year. I have no idea how he did it. After 4 years of coaxing he finally decided we were safe and let us near him. A year later he let us touch him. A year after that he became a house cat, sort of. Early on, when he first started coming in, he would hide behind the couch if we were around. If my wife and I were in the other room, watching tv, after a while he would come out. We knew it because he would play with a pink, belled mouse toy. From the first night that he stayed in all night, he has used the cat box. I don't understand that either, but he is the most well mannered little guy. Our other cat, The Queen, hisses at him and he just looks at her. When he looks at you, you can see that he really takes you in, sizing you up. Once he decides you’re ok, he is a total love bug. He loves to be petted, purrs at the drop of a hat and drools. When he wants to be petted he comes up to you and head butts whatever body part is available. Leg, knee, face.
Recently he came down with Glaucoma and had to have an eye removed. A sad and heart wrenching affair. He has had a very hard life until the last few years and he truly deserves better. But even through all of it he purrs, head butts you and just asks to be loved.
