So he tells me. However, he is slowly getting even more socialized, at
least to me. I think he WANTS to be a lap cat.

He came back inside yesterday, and has been following me closely. This
is partly because Little Feet and Dulce Mae swat him whenever they get
near (and he makes it worse by going low to the ground and/or
running). So I guess I'm his designated bodyguard.

While he doesn't really like to be held, he will occasionally meow to
be picked up, then meow a few seconds later to be put down. Then meow
to be picked up, meow to be put down... for as long as I will play the
gane (grin).

He has noticed that Little Boy will sit on the shredder, then climb
into my lap. Since he and little Boy are playmates, he has started to
emulate some of little Boy's behavior.

This morning, Bucky has been sitting on the shredder, looking
longingly at my lap. When I urge him over, he will let me cuddle him
for a second, but he moves to the chair arm and jumps down. Then he
gets back on the shredder... Are we seeing a pattern yet?

He sometimes lets me hold him like a baby in my arms (as I do with all
the other cats), and he he even lets me kiss his tummy. What a sweet,
if nervous little one.

He is still very unsure, but willing. Still, this is progress over
last year, when he was a completely wild little kitten who ran
screaming into the night (okay, silently, but really really fast)
whenever a human came withing fifty feet of him, his sister and his
mama. His mama, little traitor, had no problems being petted (big
grin).

If I can find him a forever home, he will be a great house kitty.

I've taken to joking with him, telling him I'm going to make kitten
sandwiches or kitten pudding. Of course, his nickname is now "Kitten".

Right now, he is stretched out atop the shredder (no, it isn't plugged
in), and has one paw on my leg. I can hear his loud, rumbly purr as I
type. He is watching the screen with curiosity.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark