Last Christmas, the universe gifted me kittens. Since their mum was ginger I naturally assumed she was an undersized boy and started feeding her to bulk her up against the neighbourhood bullies. Unbeknownst to me, there are a large number of female gingers in this town and she proudly presented me with three little kittens which I called Winken, Blinken and Nod. Long story short, mum and little Nod disappeared and I ended up with Winken (renamed Wriggly) and Blinken (now called Eric the Red).
It took a while and some surreptitious touching on my part, but slowly they became used to me and crept closer to the house
Then this happened
which was a short hop through the window to this.
So the question is, if they roll over onto their backs, allow me stroke their tummies and play with their toes, are they still feral?
The incumbent redhead isn’t happy, but will have to learn to live with it
Unfortunately the universe took away this one
who inexplicably decided to take a stroll through the home of six large huskies. Unlike other dogs that go bezerk when they see a cat, huskies are silent as ghosts until the prey is close enough and then a howling goes up that would raise the dead from the grave. I have no explanation for why she went into their enclosure, but presumably she had run through most of her lives before she arrived on my doorstep. She is sorely missed.