Saturday, September 5, 2009
Black Jack spent last summer roaming the neighborhood and scrounging for food. He lost his freedom but gained a home when we caught him last September. He has adjusted well to life as a "kept" cat and although he enjoys the cat run--especially after I put down a fresh layer of hay--he doesn't seem to miss his life in the great outdoors.
He is a very engaging cat. He likes people. So where did he come from and how did he find himself on his own? He is young--probably four or five--but he had been hanging around the neighborhood for two or three years--long enough to learn to distrust and avoid humans.
As always, I'm just glad to be able to offer him a safe place to live.
Edited to correct the name--I called Black Jack "Bart"! Sorry for the confusion.