Blondie and Feral Tom — two of the most feral of my feral cats — always keep a respectable distance between me and them.
I managed to pick up yet another feral cat. Number five. The last thing I need. I’m already spending 50 to 100 bucks a month on cat food, but its hard for me to resist a hungry cat.
He’s a black and white feral tom who I cleverly named Feral Tom. He looks remarkably like Moo Cat (probably because he’s the father). He’s been around for years, but he usually only came around for only a couple days at a time when the females were in heat. All my cats would immediately freeze whenever Feral Tom showed up, like when the neighborhood bad ass hits the scene. Feral Tom is incredibly stealthy and cautious veering towards total paranoia when it comes to human beings. He always keeps a distance from me. And he walks almost in slow motion, usually walking one step at a time: takes a step, stops and freezes, takes another step, stops and freezes, staring at me the whole time with a piercing expression. Its almost like he’s walking on tip-toes — the classic cat burglar moves. Literally.
He’s an incredibly stealthy feral tom. Which is why I cleverly named him Feral Tom.
At first he would wait until I left my campsight before he would dare make his way to the cat food dish to scarf down whatever leftovers my cats had left behind. But lately he’s been getting more bold. He does that cat hypnotism thing where he sits 20 feet away from me and stares at me with that pleading “FEED ME FEED ME!!” expression. One thing I’ve learned from my feral cats is how much hunger is a primary factor of life. Not just our hunger for food, but all the various other hungers we’re driven towards. It makes you wonder how much of our behavior is merely shaped by the compulsion to satisfy our hungers. I see it with the totally feral cats. The risk/reward thing. Its almost like they measure it down to the slightest inch in their cat brains. As they inch closer and closer towards me. How much are they willing to risk getting close to me, for the possible reward of being fed.
Feral Tom making his move n the direction of the cat food dish.