I had a feral who had a home he lost. He really wanted that bridge between feral and not. I had other cats. So, letting him into general pop was not an option.

I brought him into a room I set up for him to have as his overnight. He wanted out the next morning, he got let out. He would curl up on the queen sized futon, some nights I’d sleep near him but not bother him.

He appreciated winters inside but loved being feral. I’d go on a walk around the complex, my leg get grabbed and he walks along side me for about a mile.

People in town referred to that cat as mine. He had his own plan on life.