I rescued an orange feral kitten that has been living with me for over 2 months now. Sometimes I feel like a tiger tamer in the circus and have to be careful about turning my back on him. Other times he'll jump on my lap and cozy up to me for petting. Usually if I put the hand that feeds him anywhere near his head, I lose some blood for my misplaced trust.
He likes to hide and pounce on me as as I walk past, wrapping both paws around my arm and attacking. It's usually just love bites, but he often gets carried away. Maybe as a inner city Youngstown feral stray he likes to play rough. I'm ready to take him on Springer as an abusive relationship. "But I love him".
My arms and hands are scarred to the point I joke that I was repairing my garbage disposal.
This is Sparky in the police car where he was found at the scene of a road rage shooting. After some questioning the police released him to my friend who works for ODOT and ended up on my lap.
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