Hissing Feral Cat Falls In Love With The Guy Who Rescued Him
Takis saves them all.
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I'm kind of kidding, but it kind of is insulting. Just about every night when I go in my bedroom to go to bed there will be a cat or two or three or four laying on my bed. The "kittens" will look at me like they're surprised that I actually want to sleep in my own bed, and they'll stay there until I start to pull down the covers to get into bed. We always have a little conversation, and I tell them they're welcome to stay. At the last second, they jump down and leave the room.
I thought about just going and sleeping on another bed, but decided I wasn't going to let these cute ingrates run the show any more than they already have.
AND THEN, when I get up in the morning, I get my coffee and try to find where I'm going to be able to sit and use my laptop. One of them will always be in my office, one or two on the sofa in "my spot", maybe another on the loveseat. I swear to god, if they could find a way to figure out how to be comfortable sitting at the dining room table, they would, just to keep me from doing so.
It reminds me of how my dogs were. I'd get in the shower, and when it came time to get out, there would be a dog blocking the shower door so I couldn't open it. If I'd want to get something out of the refrigerator, there'd be a dog laying right in front of it.
It is/was a good thing they are/were cute. 
The mom to my "kittens", now two years old, showed up and gave birth on my back porch. As soon as she figured out that I knew they were there, she hid them. She still showed up for food several times a day, and finally started bringing the kittens to eat when they were probably two months old. I tried to coax them to me with food, but it was already too late. After about month I actually had to trap them so they'd be ready for their spay/neuter date. They were in my office for a month, and we'd go in and hang out and play with them for hours every day. It did no good. When their vet date came, my then-husband had to go in and catch them with welding gloves on. It was insane.
After their ordeal, I kept them locked up for a week until they healed. My then-husband said I should keep them locked up. After that week, I had had enough. I opened the door, let them find the cat door, and they left. They came back in to eat and then gradually started hanging out more in the house. I think they had gotten quite attached to their toys and cat trees.
Even though I can't touch three of the four, I do enjoy their company. They're pretty good cats. They don't use a litter box, preferring to go outside, so that's awesome. The only one I've caught ever clawing the furniture was the mama cat, but I have those scratching things here and there, and they can climb trees outside, so my furniture hasn't been ruined. And of course they gift me with birds, mice, and yay, lizard season will be starting soon. 
This is the third feral who adopted me. Not all cats will, but I find even the ones who remain shy hang around me, out of reaching distance. The recognize their food source.
Sweet boy!
