John Doe the Feral Cat

For the next few days we we would make trips out into the yard to try and catch him albeit unsuccessfully. I even went out at one night at 1 a.m. with a can of tuna but he crawled up under the neighbors car. Neither one of us was impressed with one another. That seemed to be it for almost a month we didn't see or hear anything. I was coming home from the grocer and who should come walking across the street in front of my vehicle? The grey kitten. I haphazardly pulled over and hopped out to scoop him up.

The little furry ball saw me coming and headed off toward some bushes. He didn't run but he moved quick enough that I couldn't catch him. I spent the next twenty minutes going back and forth between four different front yards trying to catch him. I'm sure I must have looked hilarious from across the street. At one point he paused to try and eat a pebble. So sad. Still couldn't catch him.

Back in the bushes, I could look over at him. I decided to distract him by wiggling my toes and then reaching over the bush to snatch him. It worked! I immediately had to stuff him into my jean jacket as he was squiggling and had his long sharp claws out that made it impossible for me to hold him in my hands. The whole way home I kept thinking how bony he was.

I set him up in the garage in an old kennel while I went back down the street to retrieve my vehicle.

I have always loved animals. All kinds from wild to domesticated. I grew up always having a cat in the house and can't imagine my life without pets.

I have two cats (a short-haired American Tabby and a long haired feral adoptee) and one dog (German Shepherd).

I was lucky enough to marry a man who loves animals as much as I do.

A day after finding this grey mess of a kitty we took it to the vet to help gauge his health. When we arrived, the first thing they asked for was his name. My husband and I looked at one another blank faced. Then it occurred to me when hospital staff don't know a human's name they are called John Doe or Jane Doe.

At the time we thought it was a girl (thanks to starvation shrinking the boy jewels) so I said to call her Jane Doe as we weren't ready to commit to another name. After Jane gained some weight and was hydrated it was more than obvious that she was a he and he became John Doe.

During his recuperation I tried many different names but none of them felt right. John Doe was later shortened to JD. Which we have given him as his permanent name of record. But he also gets called, Buddy, Cutie, Brat, Bully...

Honestly, I just love to touch him. I'm constantly touching him because he feels so soft and squishy. I've never seen a cat with fur like his. It is so fine and fluffy.

Cat can be easily amused with the most inexpensive toys. JD's favorite toy right from the beginning was not balls, or furry toys but little snippets of paper scrunched up. A year later and the sound of ripping paper getting prepared to be scrunched still gets him excited.

After I moved JD out of the basement into the rest of the house I found 25 pieces of scrunched paper underneath the sofabed. I guess his arms weren't long enough to retrieve them.