Back in July, 2013 I was picking up some mail at a friends' place. That friend lives out of state and 20 years ago I got my current cat Kisser from his property when Kisser was just 6 weeks old or so. While I was at his place getting the mail on this July trip a very pretty cat came out of hiding and started crying. My assumption was that it was a feral cat and it was hungry. It was about 20 feet away howling. But when I started to step toward it, it disappeared. This pretty much confirmed my theory.
When my friend, Howard, arrived on the plane I told him to keep his eyes open because I thought there was a feral cat living at his place. Howard loves cats and makes friends easily with them.
Handsome was 18 months old, just a kitten really, before I decided it was time to bring him home, up to that point he had been feral. But I had another cat named Kisser. Kisser had never taken to other cats (I had tried before to bring him playmates unsuccessfully). Kisser was quite old, 21 years, when I introduced Handsome to the family. One of the pressing reasons I brought Handsome home when I did (3-4 months after I first found him) was that it was October and was starting to snow and was reaching below zero at night, so I had mercy on him.
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