He is a sweet-faced darling, isn't he? He'll be tame any day now. Four of the nine ferals are now so tame that I can barely walk through my house. They keep weaving in and out between my feet. After all that time without human contact, they now can't get enough of it. Marmalade came here in the last bunch. They arrived about a month after the rest, so I'm sure they'll be tripping me a month from now.
