He truly was gorgeous. And he was a foster cat and feral cat. He came to me in the early days of fostering cats and he was the first feral I had taken in. The woman who introduced me to fostering had only been new at the cat rescue program herself and didn’t know much about the life of a feral cat. Of course, I knew nothing.
George went to adoptions every weekend and came back every weekend. As time passed Sally told me that he would probably not get adopted since he was so anti-social with humans and they would have to put him back into one of the many feral communities in the South Bay area. Oh, that did not sit well with me. Although I knew there are hundreds of cats living in these communities I also knew their life span was much shorter than a domestic cat, not to mention he had now experienced the warmth of our home. So I adopted him, now my 3rd cat, along with the many fosters in the home.
As a feral cat George taught me about the personality of feral cats. And I learned that unfortunately it is a very challenging prospect to adopt one. I was told by the adoption women that based on the generation of the cat, how many generations of feral, they become very wary of humans and really only bond with other cats. That is what I experienced with him.
He spent most if not all his time either hiding or bonding with my other cats. And although I truly loved him it was heart breaking that he was so reserved with me, coiling from affection. He is deceased now but I will always love him and remember him.
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