Happened to be sitting in a quiet place in the park and saw several raccoons foraging for food. I noticed one of them was a little different. He walked like a raccoon and was part of the pack. I saw them every day and finally figured out he was a cat. I left wet food for him near a large rock where I would sit. Day after day, the food was gone. Finally, I noticed that as soon as I sat down, he would come out of a hole in a tree and wait at the edge of the trees for me to lay his food down. This went on for months. Finally, he jumped onto the rock and waited for his food. Eventually, he recognized the sound of my car and was out on the rock waiting for me. This went on for a year - rain, snow, sleet. It developed that he wanted me to pet and stroke him first before he would eat. Eventually, I was able to get him into a cage. He was a feral and went wild in my bathroom. I slept downstairs with him in a closed room. He waited for me to get comfortable, jumped up, and slept on my stomach. I finally found him a great home another year later. This was 10 years ago. He is still happy and thriving.

Sandra Watson
CINCINNATI, OH