Acqui is the white cat who hates everyone. Still, he comes to our door
every evening to see if I will feed him. Every attempt to pet him has
been met with slashes at my hand, and hissing.

That's okay, I'm patient, and I like him even if he is rude.

Last week, I put some food out for him, and he came slinking over. He
spoke nicely to me, and started eating. Feeling lucky, I lightly
stroked his head. Which he allowed. The second attempt, however, was
met with slaps and a hiss.

He must have realized that he was being rude to the nice food person,
though, as he stopped eating, looked up at me, and rubbed against my
leg! This is the friendliest (or least hateful - grin) that he has
ever been.

==

There is a little black and white cat that has started coming to our
back door every few weeks. She is sweet and loveable, loves to be
picked up, will eat a few bites if food is out, and has a very nice
purr. It's a shame she hisses at the home kitties, but it looks like
she has a human family in our complex.

She hissed at Dulce Mae earlier, and Dulce Mae decided she didn't want
to investigate further (good girl!).

==

I get up early for work. One of the first things I do is put out food
for the ferals who have found my doors (grin). One of these is a
beautiful black cat, about Dulce Mae's age (maybe he's related...).

He knows what time I get up, and is standing on his hind legs, pawing
at the door, and meowing for me to open up and feed him, the minute I
turn on the hall light.

Little Feet, Dulce Mae and Little Boy all sit back from the door to
see him when I open the door. Buster doesn't care.

==

There is also a little grey cat, about three years old, who wanders
the complex. He is afraid of people, and will run if you speak to him.

He's an acrobat and a clown. I have seen him perform some amazing
feats of acrobatics when he sees the birds around our feeder (don't
tell Senyah!), and has been known to wait in the little tree nearby,
hoping to catch a sparrow or two.

If he doesn't see you watching, he might play batting and pouncing
games with some of the loose birdseed on the ground.

==

Spotty Kitty comes around now and then, even though he has long been
adopted. He remembers me, and gives me purrs when I pick him up. Here
are some pictures from way back when he was injured (before he was
adopted by a neighbor):

  http://tinyurl.com/hvam6

  or http://home.comcast.net/~Mark-Edwards/files/html/spot.htm

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark