Oh, that's right, I had gotten out the trap for a photo shoot and Oliver was checking it out.
And then suddenly another black cat appeared!
Look at that tail!
He looks like he owns the place!
I've never seen Pierre so brazen and looking so chill about it all. Wow!
I thought I would give him a try with the string, maybe he would want to play?
Yep, he LOVED playing string!! For thirty glorious minutes we played string.
Seeing Pierre at ease with me in the yard delighted my soul. Getting to play with him up close was such a gift!! I was beaming from head to toe and truth be told, I'm still beaming!
There's something about winning the trust of a feral cat that brings me such joy. Cats are made for giving and receiving love, the wild ones just have to move through their fears so they can be free to fully experience the loves they were built for. (I actually believe the same is true for humans.)
I often look down at the black blob of purring kitty putty in my lap and I remember the time when Oliver didn't trust me. He would run from the yard anytime I came outside. Oliver was my first experience with a wild cat and I was a bit reluctant on trusting him too, I feared getting bit. Oh how things have changed! Now his face lights up when he sees me (and truth be told, my face lights up too when I see him!) and he comes running over to me. It seems Pierre is following in his daddy's paw-steps. It's only a matter of time before Pierre is competing with Oliver for lap snuggles!