The feral who caught my eye lived in a colony behind some apartments going "condo." The cat was one of the more fearful, hiding when I was near unless near starvation brought out the willingness to venture forward.
I was part of a small group of humans who took turns providing food and water to the colony.
If I got too close, he ran.
If I got too close, he ran. If it rained, he waited in the rain-- I imagined for me. Later I understood he had no place to be- the others didnt let him share shelter they found; he was scared of them anyway.
I did think Prince knew me-- I was some being who cared for him and of whom he then must be extra careful. I made promises to him I was afraid I couldnt keep such as "I wont hurt you. You will be safe."
