This was just the inspiration to record how 'Blackie' came into our family. He was feral, he had been abused, and even eight years later there is only one person he trusts...... me. The only time he will climb into my lap is when I'm on the computer. He knows when I'm sick and he knows when I need a cuddle. He's lost many of his nine lives. I doubt if he has any left. It was Christmas morning of 2000 when we were unwrapping presents that a faint 'meow' could be heard. The night before dh had nailed the last plank down of our new back veranda......and this tiny skinny little black cat had been stuck underneath. He was so lucky we heard him as that afternoon we were leaving to go away on holiday and he would have surely perished horribly. We let him out, I fed him, (much to dh disgust!) and when we returned off holidays, he was still there, still skinny - he adopted me. It took him 18months before he would jump up onto my lap and it took 2-3yrs before he trusted me. The re-education of a feral cat takes patience and years. We have an extraordinary relationship that I doubt I'd ever have from a domesticated cat.