Mornings with Agile
Agile was trapped by us last summer when he was about 5 months old. His parents were feral cats that people had dumped in our area. We fed them in the hope of taming these two, but it never happened. So when White Paws (as we named her) came with two kittens, we decided to try catching them with a humane trap we bought from Harbor Freight. Several days later we caught Agile. His sibling vanished soon afterwards.
Agile is over a year old now. Every morning when I walk into the kitchen, he immediately approaches, loudly meowing for attention. He is not satisfied until I follow him into the living room where he lies down to be rubbed, petted and scratched.
First I scratch his rump, then rub his ears and cheeks. If he is really calm, he will roll on his side and purr happily while I rub his belly and chest. His eyes half-close in delight. All the while I praise him and say how handsome and wonderful he is and how grateful we are that he came to live with us.
By the way, if you want to know the whole story of his early life with us, you can read Birds, Mice and Apple Pie.
Tags: Cat Books, feral cats
