December 7, 2015
This is a feral tom that I cleverly named Feral Tom. He survived on his own for many years in the Berkeley hills until he eventually discovered my food dish. Feral Tom is a total loner. He’ll often disappear for months at a stretch. He has sort of a sad and hang-dog demeanor. This vibe of melancholy. Like he’s been put through the mill. But definitely a survivor’s pride. And seems to appreciate the cat food I put out more than the others. Will often sit nearby me for long periods after eating, sort of basking in the after-glow of a good meal.
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