We tried to discourage him from joining the clan, but he insisted on becoming one of the family. He’d slink into the yard and hide while the other cats were feeding, slowly inching his way to the dish. Chasing him away didn’t stop him from coming back.
How could we turn him away with that kind of perseverance? And just look at that beautiful profile.
Once a feral cat is named, it’s official. Buffy is now adopted into the clan and he’s adopted me. A loving little guy with beautiful green eyes. He hugs my legs each morning when I feed them, purrs like a motor boat gearing up for a day on the lake, and likes tummy rubs.
Why would anyone abandon such a sweet and beautiful animal?