Living in an apartment complex we had a resident full of ferrills. Having 2 of my own in side I took to one outside. For 2 years I took care of feeding him, fought off his enemies- set a camp for him on my porch & even accepted & sowed appreciation of the gifts he would leave for me (his mice and lizards). The time cam for me to move- my last item was an empty open kennel w/tuna is side- he walked to to get to his chow- I shut the door behind him saying "Smokey" it time to go to our new home. To date he's convinced I am a cat burgler- has been an indoor content cat for 4 years and is next in line for the king spot as my ragdoll is shaping him up for this role
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Cool, I know couple of such cat-guys too) They lived in two or three families, especially in villages. In Russia we have a proverb which can be translated like "gentle calf can get milk from two cows". This is exactly that case)