So...I stepped out to feed the black stray a little bit ago. He's been showing up for at least one meal a day this week, sometimes both morning and evening for two. And he's been getting a little less leery--a couple times recently he retreated as far as the neighbor's steps, where he was high enough above me to feel safe.
But this time he stood his ground! Obviously very tense and on the edge of flight, but I was only three feet away when I set the food bowl down (the fact I'm standing on my sunken sidewalk and the ground is waist-height to me probably helps). Still, he stood his ground. I put the food down and duck inside quickly each time to not stress him, and he goes right to the bowl.
Nice to see him learning that not all humans are a threat. And he's so familiar to my own cats now that they leave the enclosure to eat or look out other windows--he's no longer quite so much a 'novelty.'
And right now...he's sleeping just a foot from the food bowl. I can't help but be touched.
The thought has crossed my mind, but there would be a few hurdles. First being the landlord (who only grudgingly let me get a second cat--it was the original owners, not them, that allowed pets in the first place). Second, and more troublesome would be taking a cat that's used to roaming free and shutting him up in a small apartment with two others--spending workdays just in one room. I can't see that going too well.
Awwwwwww. That's so sweet. ^-^ My grandmum took to feeding the strays around her house while she was still alive, but I don't think any of them ever learnt to trust her.
And of course I don't mind you sharing something I posted, silly. ^-^ *points to other post* Sorry, just had to say that somewhere. *hugs*
*nods* From what I understand, if a kitten is born feral and doesn't have contact with humans by a certain age, they're pretty much 'untameable.' Which points to this poor fellow being dumped or abandoned or lost in some way. Bad experiences, but some goods ones somewhere behind them.
Thanks! *hugs back*
On May 18th, 2007 03:50 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
ahh, yes. the taming of wild kitties. i remember being young (5-6?) and trying so hard to tame this beautiful wild kitten that the neighbor across the street fed with all the other wild kitties...i patiently (for a 5 year old) worked day after day to get that little kitty to trust me and come near me...and finally it got close enough for me to pet it...then pick it up. I suffered quite the scratches for that endeavor. =) But, you're a better kitty person than I am!
i'm genuinely hoping and praying (for both our sakes!! ;) that your creative draught ends soon...but more importantly, that your heart is healed of whatever is causing the draught...God certainly gave you the gifts and talents that He did for a reason...but He also loves you and desires joy and peace for you!