Wee Tank has ventured from herhis crate briefly to sit next to me. Heshe would be on the bed if we didn't have dogs. I promise to keep herhim safe so heshe stays in the crate in the upstairs bathroom. Heshe loves to see me and purrs and purrs when I open the crate to pet herhim, even with the canines yipping outside the bathroom door. Heshe has cleaned up nicely. Clearly this is not a feral cat. Heshe was pretty messy but all that mess is gone. Nice thing about cats, they like to be clean.
Frannie has stopped shaking when she goes into the bathroom to investigate and Wrigley charged the crate and got a swat through the bars. I really think he was playing, but he is 75 pounds. Wee Tank might weigh five.
I have no idea if Wee Tank will stay with us. I know this much, I didn't pull herhim out from behind the propane tank so that heshe could become prey. Besides, I have fallen for that intelligent expression.