Someone abandoned him and his sister at the truck stop where I worked at the time. I didn't learn about it until he had been there three days. One of the other employees took the girl home, I took him home. He was about eight weeks old at the time. He was affectionate from the start, although for the first two days all he did was eat, sleep, and fart (horrible ones). A good diet fixed the gas problem and after a couple of days rest he became a happy, playful kitten.
He is three years old now, neutered, a loving cat, still playful, and loves to act like he is a mighty hunting panther. He hasn't caught a bird yet, despite his best efforts. He but does catch and kill mice and rats. He doesn't eat them, just plays with them until they finally die. Then brings his trophy inside for us to appreciate.
Once he brought in a small, still live, snake, and put it at my wife's feet. She didn't appreciate the present.
At night, when he tires of hunting, he comes inside (He has his own entrance) walks on me to wake me up. He wants me to stick a arm out of the covers so he can curl up next to me for the rest of the night.
He loves whipped cream. Doesn't like milk or real cream, but gets very insistent that I put a little whipped cream in a bowl for him.
He has done quite a good job at training us what his signals mean.
We once had a beautiful calico that someone dumped out at our house. She was sweet, loving, and the smartest cat I have ever had. She meowed in sentences, with each meow having a different pronunciation. It was if she was trying to meow in words. She would look straight at one of us and start her meow sentence. My wife claims that she was eventually able to understand much of what the cat was saying. Here is a picture of her. Since gone to kitty heaven.
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