Mittens, the feral

One month after we got Pebbles, my sister came dragging Mittens home.

We were told by the original owner that Mittens was a female and was crippled, both of which turned out to be untrue.  Mittens WAS limping when we brought him (that's right, him) home, but it turned out that he'd been running loose during a span of very hot weather.  We assume that he either burned his paw on the pavement or on a recently-burned field (the farmers burn off their wheat stubble during the late summer, and it's not uncommon for animals to get injured).  Anyway, we brought Mittens in...and he went berserk.  The dogs rushed him and he jumped up on top of the lampshade.  Mama vowed to have him thrown out, but that's not the way it went.  Mittens ended up staying and being subjected to the usual treatment of the house:  feedings, shots, dogs and other cats, a trip to the vet to get neutered, etc., etc.  Similar to Chewy, we never did get Mittens fully tamed, though he is docile enough to stay in the house.  He loves to cuddle, especially with Mama.

In fact, his favorite thing to do is be comfy!

He also likes to look saucy.  He doesn't like being disturbed when he's trying to eat, though.

"You bother me, foul human."