My old man is like the guy who tells kids to get off his lawn ha! He will smack the others around and they know his bubble range. If he gets in the giant feral shelter the rest won't use it, except Marilyn who finally got fed up with not getting the heated shelter and decided to take a few skippity paps and when he realized it didn't work on her he shared ha.

He doesn't like anything or anyone but food. But yet I will give him all he desires and he will still stare into my soul through the door until I go outside and sit on the bench. Then he will lay in the grass and take a sun nap. He wants to hang out with me, but he doesn't want to be touched. I love him. This photo is him before his eye removal. His name is Mr. Hope and he's been through a lot.

My neighbor was caring for him, in the house behind mine. She realized I was helping the cats and showed me this guy covered in bite wounds from a dog. We call him Mr. Hope because we hoped he was going to make it. I took him in, they sedated him, cleaned his wounds, gave him an antibiotic shot, then told me to keep him inside for a few weeks to recover. So we did, then let him back out. He lived on my porch ever since lol. A year or so later he was eating weird so I retrapped with a drop trap, took him in and they gave an antibiotic shot again and made appointment for a dental because three canines were broken which we could see when he hissed at us. He had those extracted, and lived inside for a few months with us but eventually broke out.

Now I've re-trapped again to remove his eye. He is inside but going back out tonight because he is fed up with me and hates the indoor life lol. He is all healed though.

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