She's off the street as a new mother kitten that gave birth in the dirt next to my front stoop in July of 2010. She couldn't be kept in my home as a house cat as a young raped feral feline. She was a nasty wild street cat. She used to dash out of the house like a bullet whenever a door was opened after her kittens were weaned but she'd come back. We got her spayed, vaccinated and fondled top-to-bottom by Dr. Wallach who declared that she was in great health.
Seven years later the scrawny kitten momcat is a house cat. She likes food. She likes jumping into my bed after the lights are out to ram her rump into my left hip. She likes me to rub her skull, ears and shoulders in the dark while she purrs herself off to sleep. And she's an expert with the head butts, paw swats (claws in) and the dances upon my groin just before dawn to get me up to fix her a breakfast.
I'm thinking that Mister Mittens wants to spend her 8th winter inside my house:
