We've only ever had one, Cisco Kitty, a stray that came around as a tiny kitten. He found our old shed with a gap in the door and moved in. We put out saucers of milk and he'd come out to get it but would run back in if he saw me. Gradually he'd let me get closer and closer until I could put the saucer down and stay. One day I just reached down and petted him and that was it. He'd hunt all day on the abandoned railroad track behind our place; my wife would call him home in the evening and let him in the garage; he never was a house cat. He knew the sound of my old MG and he'd come out to meet me just like a dog. His favorite thing was to get under the deck and stick his paw up though knot holes and play with the kids. He got feline leukemia and we had to put him down. He sure was a cool cat!
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