I'm in trouble. =3=;
One of the "barn cats" (local ferals who decided to settle down under my porch -- Tony and Lieutenant were both "barn cats" until circumstances brought them inside) has discovered the magic of scritches.
He's glued to me whenever I go outside, purring and bunting up against me. He's one of Lieu's brothers, a brown tabby with orange notes and a scar across his nose; I call him Logan. Good mouser, bold, affectionate. Mother cats trust him around their kittens, even.
We have a "deal" -- he keeps helping the smaller ferals survive the winter, and when finances allow, I'll see about getting him inside. At least neutered and vaccinated, if it turns out he doesn't take to the house well. He does such a good job cuddling up to the others and keeping them warn I hate to take him away from them too soon. x3;