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A cat called Mommy

She is a feral cat. We have been feeding her for six years. We have sterilized her too. She lived in one of the staff members homes during that time too. In all that time she has never let us stroke her. Often we thought she wanted to be loved because she used to watch the other two resident cats being stroked and looked longingly on. Then eventually the day came. She started rubbing one of the staff members legs. And learned to like it overnight. Now its like she cannot get enough.
She plays the 'eye game' really nicely. When you look at her and narrow your eyes she does the same in return. Non-threatening eyes.

Love you Mommy
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