KJ, that Scottish fold drawer thief made me laugh out loud -the expression when he realized he’d been busted…priceless!
Actually my Jes is a daddy’s boy. After we caught him at the forest preserve and brought him home, we needed to isolate him until sure he was FIV-free, as we still had my calico diva Missy at the time. So we put him in the shelled-in-but-unfinished garage, which was unheated, and cold, with winter coming on. Mr. PC built him a cat house from scrap lumber, with blankets and an oil-filled heater inside. Cat watched from the rafters – we couldn’t even get close to him at this point (we’d captured him via subterfuge and a trail of kibble leading up to the truck, then a quick snatch and grab and threw him into the truck, drove home with him hiding under the seat, parked truck in garage, left truck doors open, and closed garage door. Only way we knew he was still there the first few days was food dish would be empty.) Anyway, after watching Mick construct him a warm cozy home, Jes decided maybe Hubby was not a bad guy after all, slowly started to come around, and he’s been a daddy’s boy ever since. He and Mr. PC go for a walk every night (on a leash, we have coyotes in our area). He’s also the first cat I’ve had that plays tag- he’ll run up and tag you, then bolt away for you to chase him.