Sylvester and Mia, I remember that printer tray.... wasn't long afterward that it broke down. That was Homer in there. He and his sister was about 6 months old when we caught them. They were feral born. It took a long time, but he finally became quite a schmooze... but his sister is just now getting to that point.
The Cat Lover's night is almost a true story. Each thing mentioned, I remember from them. Then we began making them stay downstairs.... now only Raggie comes up and STILL heads for the pillow when she sees me coming.
Thanks for the encouraging words, Catherine. Cat stories can fill a book. I still recall my wife's cat she had when I met her. He was on the shed roof and I heard what sounded like him scratching on the tin roof. I looked up and there he was sliding off, dropped about ten feet.... looked around like, "I meant to do that..." and off he went.