Kitty here drew blood when the market man tried to catch him. For the first couple of days he was convinced that I was trying to make kitten stew out of him. He's finally starting to come around though. (I've been shamelessly trying to buy his love with yummy tuna treats. It seems to be working...) Today he reluctantly sat in my lap and let me pet him. He seems to be thawing a bit. He actually walked around my legs this evening and didn't run away in terror. Maybe there is hope!
This cutie is a charmer. He decided right off that I was the Bringer of All Good Things and has proceeded to be my best friend. He loves to be scratched and fawned over. Sweet, isn't he?
Aha! Little do you know! He may be cute, but he is a ferocious, mighty hunter. Goofball here is always on the move. He sneaks, he stalks, he cavorts about the coop. Nothing is safe from his reign of terror. The sweetness is merely a facade to lull you into a false sense of security. Bwaahaaaahaaaahaaaaa!!!!
I'm leaning towards calling him The Artful Dodger. He's very dodgey.