I've had the unusual good fortune to befriend, and be befriended by, two female ferals. "Sweet Thing" got her name as I watched daily this tiny mother bravely and savagely protect her endless stream of kittens until we caught her and got her spayed. Boy, was she mad! It took two years of being fed in my patio for her two decide she liked me. She would draw blood as soon as look at you so it was a shock when she walked under my hand during a feeding. I thought she was going to attack and I literally fell on my backside from a crouching position from shock! Bit by bit we became friendlier. She eventually moved in and would sleep on top of me on the bed along w/ 5 other cats - but she was always queen in her mind. She had such presence and personality. I grieved so when she died of a tumor. Since then another female I used to refer to as "Blur" has adopted me over the years. She moved so quickly you weren't really sure if you saw her, hence the name! She now goes by "Lily" has become more trusting and very affectionate. I've moved and visit her daily to feed her. I worry about trying to move a feral cat. Hopefully I'll figure this out soon. But, she is ever so sweet and head bumps me when I feed her. And, she's quite the talker when I greet her in the patio. To make a friend of a very wild cat is a special honor you never forget!
I've had the unusual good fortune to befriend, and be befriended by, two female ferals. "Sweet Thing" got her name as I watched daily this tiny mother bravely and savagely protect her endless stream of kittens until we caught her and got her spayed. Boy, was she mad! It took two years of being fed in my patio for her two decide she liked me. She would draw blood as soon as look at you so it was a shock when she walked under my hand during a feeding. I thought she was going to attack and I literally fell on my backside from a crouching position from shock! Bit by bit we became friendlier. She eventually moved in and would sleep on top of me on the bed along w/ 5 other cats - but she was always queen in her mind. She had such presence and personality. I grieved so when she died of a tumor. Since then another female I used to refer to as "Blur" has adopted me over the years. She moved so quickly you weren't really sure if you saw her, hence the name! She now goes by "Lily" has become more trusting and very affectionate. I've moved and visit her daily to feed her. I worry about trying to move a feral cat. Hopefully I'll figure this out soon. But, she is ever so sweet and head bumps me when I feed her. And, she's quite the talker when I greet her in the patio. To make a friend of a very wild cat is a special honor you never forget!