When I first met Maxie Cat about three years ago, he was quite wild, and missing large amounts of fur. He hung around with the others for a short time, then he'd go off on his own. He had a distinctive howl-like voice, like none I've ever heard before (and he still has that howl, drives us bonkers in the wee morning hours at times).
The strange thing is, as wild as Maxie Cat was, there came a day when I was in our garage doing laundry when I was startled by something nudging against my leg. And lo and behold there he was! It was Maxie Cat. He looked like he was on his last leg. Although his fur had grown in, he had some tender scars under a leg and his ribs were as clear as day. He was starving!
This boy stole my heart! I took him to the vet where he was checked and given medicine for parasites. He got his shots and shortly after, he was neutered. Slowly but surely I weasled him, or rather he weasled himself into our home, and he has been here ever since. He gets along with the dogs, and lets them know when he wants to be left alone. He runs this house and we cater to his beck and call.
He no longer goes outdoors--and when we decided to do this, he was at first angry at my husband one morning when he would not let him out. My husband was getting his shoes on to go to work, and Maxie Cat came right up to him and sprayed his leg! Do you think my husband got mad? Nope, Maxie Cat stole his heart too.
In a nutshell, that's our boy!