I have found this to be true as well. In fact, there was one male feral that I called Old Tom and the above description fit him to a T.
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THAT POOR FERAL IS NOT CALLED CASEY JONES AFTER THE ONE HUMAN WHO WAS NICE TO HIM :love::love: AND IS NOW AN ANIMAL ANGEL:love::):) WITH WINGS OF SILVER AND GOLD AND WILL BE THERE TO SEE HIS BENEFACTOR AND FRIEND WHEN THEY MEET AGAIN IN A FAR NICER PLACE.:love::love:
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I'm sending prayers your way.
Prayers for you and for the little kitty for whom you did the very best you could.
God bless you both.
Thanks everyone, I still feel bad about the whole thing.
How are you? I know that it must be really hard to understand why the poor little kitten had the life he did, but it sounds to me like you helped him probably more than you know. I wish I could help all the strays I see in my neighborhood. It makes me feel so bad when I see them, especially now that winter is here.
I still feel bad everytime I pass the place on my porch that he came and curled up after he was injured. Thanks for asking that is really sweet, it helps to be abe to come here and talk about it. Its like a few years ago we had a stray duck come live in our pool...I kept thinking I should call the wildlife folks but I was afraid they would euthanize him, after more than a year in our backyard my neighbors dogs got in our yard and killed him, he didn't go fast, my neighbor felt bad and took him to the clinic but they would not treat him since he was a wild animal, we kept him warm until we could take him to the wildlike folks but he didn't make it till morning.
Now I think I should have trapped him and tried to tame him or something.