The Humane Society worker had left behind a medium size carrier in my tool
shed that she didn't have room for in her van. I took it back out there
Tuesday afternoon. She was there and told me the outcome of the whole thing.
BoBo is a charmer all the way. As I said in my earlier description, he fears
nothing....
He made a great friend out of the neighbor's dog, a basset/beagle mix. The
dog is very boisterous- enough to drive most cats up the nearest tree. BoBo
had walked in their house one day when the kids left a door cracked open a
bit. The dog was doing his usual yap and woof routine at Bobo. BoBo finally
turned and put his nose right up against the dog's and the poor mutt was so
taken back by it, he couldn't move! After that they would play when the dog
was on his outside rope, BoBo prancing about just out of range. I recall the
neighbor girl walking the dog one day and BoBo strutting along about 10
steps behind, all stiff legged, tail straight out behind him and puffed up.
He was stalking the dog. 'Dog kept turning to look back and each time BoBo
would draw down into a crouch like he was going to pounce. Finally BoBo
sprinted ahead, stood on hind legs and slapped the dog on each side of his
rump with both front paws. 'Dog broke free and took off chasing BoBo. They
made a few laps around a parked car, finally ending up on opposite sides,
peeking under it at each other. The girl recovered the leash and BoBo tagged
along for the rest of the walk.

He is an extremely sociable animal. Any open door is an invitation to make
friends. I've heard any number of stories of him walking right in with
various people in the area as they carried groceries inside. Every kid in
the area had their own name for him.
I would have kept him myself but it just wouldn't work. I have 4 inside
right now that have a very tight, firmly established hierarchy. BoBo is very
strong willed for being such a little guy. We tried him out inside for a few
weeks but it upset the order of things so badly, we just couldn't make it
work. Him and Bubbles would still sprint inside every chance they got. BoBo
especially made it a point to sneak in during mornings when milk would be
around. He would sit and watch my son eat cereal, but never jumped up and
hassled him for milk. My boy would always let him have the leftover milk in
his bowl. 'Same thing when I had coffee. He would sit and stare at the milk
jug, never made a sound, just tried to laservision a hole in the jug. He
would always sit at the same spot, where I would put a saucer down for him
and load it up. He was asking in the strongest terms he could but was well
mannered enough not to attack no matter how badly he wanted it. That Cat
Haven lady is in for a lot of surprises over the next few weeks as BoBo
explores her limits. She just got herself one helluva unique cat.

Actually it was two days. Started seting traps Sunday afternoon, finished up
Monday morning.

This was a young male - maybe a year old and was a fairly recent arrival
here- again, probably a dumped cat. I don't know details on testing used.
It's probably best I don't push the matter. The various personalities
involved in animal work here are still a bit guarded after all the
controversy of recent years and tend to be a bit cliqueish.

The mix of stray/abandoned animals is probably 2/3 of the population around
here. It's surprising how stroi\ng feral behavior traits are among them.

That Boy was just plain special. I don't just mean garden variety charming
and cute, but seriously different in ways that stood out to everyone around
here. That Cat Haven lady got herself a piece of fur wrapped gold. I'll
clean up some pics I have of him, reduce the file sizes and post in the
animals group later today.