My Miracle Cat and Best Friend
My Maine Coon cat Whiskers was a kitten when we found him. Well, I guess you could say he found us. He came up from the ditch we live by and we were able to tame him. He never left except one time he was missing for six months. My mom said he is probably dead. But I never stoped believing.
One night I had a dream that he came home and the next day he did. He came across First Av. half starved to death.
We got him healthy again and he has not left our neighborhood any more but we think someone took him home because he was tame enough.
So now I call him my miracle cat!!!
Hi Maddie… thanks for telling us about your miracle boy. I wonder sometimes why and how a cat that is obviously cared for and loved decides to wander away from the place that is comfortable and where there is food on the plate to a semi-feral cat life of hardship.
It must be the hard-wired drive that is inside all domestic cats and which is just below the surface: the wild cat heritage.
By the way, I moved your submission to this page: Feral cats as you say that you tamed him…Michael