That got me to thinking. And I decided to write about Swirly. Swirly was part of Frosty's last litter.
His brothers are Fiesty, Blue, and the late Mokey. His sister is Tabby. That's Ms. Tabitha to strangers. He was part of the last litter born on our property because D and I are diligent about getting all females spayed.
He liked hanging with his siblings and his colony mates, including his Uncle Sinatra and Cousin Two-Toes.
He also just liked being with his sister and his brothers.
Home might have been the shelter on the back porch or the back room or under the house.
And sometimes he just watches you from under the house. But Swirly is not a pet cat. He's a feral and he's proud that no human hands have ever petted him. Blue and Fiesty can't boast that brag. Only his mother, his sister, and his cousins MC and Two-Toes can share that honor with him.
He will talk when he feels that's the only way to get his point across. His favorite quest is "Special Treats." Those are bits of cooked meats, with chicken or turkey being his favorites, or a bit of meaty broth.
He's our Swirly Boy and he is proud. Have you ever seen such colorful eyes?