Prince spends a moment up in my arms!

After Feeding this cat for 1 1/2 years, trapping him, and releasing him last fall, and feeding him and spending "quality" moments each day with him, as he hissed, ran, or swatted if I got close- a milestone! First he thought- oh my God, its holding me! Then he was a bit more ok with it---- and lastly a kiss to boot:

Tuesday

Today Prince came late. I called and heard some rustling and he ran toward the house. I pet him once- he was messy. I put my finger in front of his face and he went to swat it- back to his old scared feral way, slinked under the table away from me. He ate with Luna and Puma and then began his cry and shortly after I let him out to the dark night. Gone.

KING: RIP

I have recently learned King, the deaf, half blind, cat with the limp was hit by a car near his new home. This isnt where he is interred, but a similar unknown cat stands guard. Hopefully King enjoyed the freedom of food provided and safety from the raccoons for the brief period he was allowed to on this earth. There are some of us whose lives he touched and he will always be remembered as a very brave cat who got worse then he or any living creature who did no harm, deserved. He wasnt a complainer; he asked for little.

so much progress, so many tasks

Luna and Puma have shown Prince how to use the scratching post- having no idea what outdoor cats do. They look on astonished (Puma refrains from expression) at Prince using the scratching post on his head.

Obviously, he catches on immediately to using the sofa for a scratching post:

Prince on the property

Prince comes regularly for dinner and a visit tho still cant quite figure out out Luna manages to live inside full time.

On rare occasions, he sits on the perimeter of the the lawn. I like to think he is guarding his territory but I have no idea what he is doing or where he usually goes. Still, when he sees me outside, he runs away like the feral he is. He only recognises me as a non-terror within the house.

At times I call him for dinner or visits and he comes running. So sweet. I imagine he knows his name or my voice but more than likely it is the sound of the click of the screen door. It is not good to have too many illusions while loving a feral cat.

Other times he would rather sit in the rain than come to my porch. Puma is disgusted by this behavior and at these times, should Prince finally arrive, soaked, Puma will walk in the opposite direction.