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I have many cats, both barn cats and house cats, most of which would be considered senior citizens. There is also a feral cat that comes to our barn to have her kittens, we always have cat food available in the barn.
This summer the feral mom left her kittens in the barn as usual. Of course they wouldn’t come near me, except one who acted as if he had known me all his life. Every time I would enter the barn to feed the horses and the cats, he would come running. He would let me pick him up. The other kittens would scatter.
After a couple of weeks of this, I decided that this kitty didn’t want to be a barn cat, so I scooped him up and introduced him to life as a house cat. It’s been a long time since I had one on one time with a kitten. I am enjoying him immensely.
He plays with my feet when I go to bed. He’s going to catch them, boy oh boy. He’s got them. I kept saying that he would rock and roll on my feet, so now his name is Rocco. He’s a little beige tabby with very light green eyes and BIG ears.
Usually when I wake up in the morning, he’s stretched out beside me on his back with his front legs over his head. He’s so relaxed. Then of course he’s off and running again. This little guy picked me knowing he would have a very different life than his siblings and he’s taking advantage of every minute of it.
He’s a little guy with a huge purr motor and I’m sure he’s going to grow up to be Mr. Personality.