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July 11, 2005
Day 41
Fred slept in our bedroom last night—first in a basket in the window, then on the covers that had drifted onto the floor at the foot of the bed.
He also now feels very comfortable about sniffing a finger or hand that's held out to him.
And when I'm at my desk, he's on a big pillow on the floor about 3 feet away from me. He's either sleeping, or he's waiting for somebody to come play with him.
We are madly in love with him. This is the best summer ever, in part because of the delight of taming this sweet little feral. Every day we see small progress.
Posted by senioritis at July 11, 2005 08:20 AM
Comments
One of our cats was a feral kitten and was very frightened of people, including us. One of the best things of the past year has been watching him learn to trust us. He has turned into a very loving cat.
Posted by: joanna at July 18, 2005 10:45 AM