I never was much for cats, but they love me for some reason. There has been strays around our shop for years. The red shouldered hawks don't let too many get past kitten. This one lost all of it's siblings, saw the writing on it's little wall, and sought me out. I leave food for the strays all the time, but these feral types are still not too trusting and they aren't usually very thankful. Every day there would be one less, and I found the orange one's last brother, smeared allover the busy road out front, the same day this orange one came into the shop and adopted me.
Here they are spying on me as I worked under a pontoon boat outside the shop but this is as close as they would get. They would hear my truck and sneak along the shadows to get to an observation point and keep me in sight for the rest of the day. Just not wanting to let their meal ticket disappear too far.
This is the day I discovered his road kill brother, and this one was nowhere to be found so I assumed the worst. Then I am standing at my bench welding, and I feel this thing on my feet. He was visibly distressed and just lost without his siblings, I guess, or I doubt he would have been so bold to approach me.
Labor day weekend came and I knew I was going to be away from the shop for 3 days and no way to get there to feed this last one in hopes of keeping him away from the street while searching for food, so I brought him home for the weekend. He took to me right away and is so very clingy. It follows me like a shadow. He has free access to the outdoors but loves being indoors. I am the only human he lets touch him. I can hold him like a baby and he allows it, purring all the while. Anyone else shows up and he hisses at them and hides. I left him here with the dog during work and they bonded. Here he is, insisting we share my chair, and loves youtube videos. There's one video channel called "Cat Games" that he really loves.
Him and the dog keep each other company. They are good for each other.
