This is Mowzer, a formerly-feral kitty. Last year when I was driving truck, I watched him and his two litter-mates wobble out of a heap of pallets, their first time in the light of day, under the watchful eye of their mother. That's when I, and several other drivers, and the bodyman, started feeding the feral cats in that yard. Last September, this little guy was so enchanted with the canned salmon that he was completely unaware that my hand was hovering over the nape of his neck. He was terrified for a while, but found the litter box as soon as we brought him home. In about two days, he figured out that lying on the bed between two warm adult humans was a pretty good place to be. He is now a year old, neutered, and is strictly indoor (as all cats should be). A local animal rescue group is doing a capture/spay-neuter/vaccinate/release program of the feral cats of the Lethbridge industrial area. The life of a feral cat is very hard. I'm happy we brought this guy home (he's a wonderful pet), and to be part of the group that's doing the hard work involved in humanely reducing the feral cat population .. not through trapping and euthanizing, but through birth control. Hmmm ... a lesson that could be learned by some humans (grin).