It didn't take long for George to feel at home with us. He spends the day ( and night, I think) on the porch of the TT. He knows when it's " meal time" and is so happy when his bowl gets filled. Chuck has been able to pick him up a couple of times but not without a lot of wiggling on George's part. I am able to "pet" him as long as he is busy eating. He's part of our entertainment when we sit on the porch. After he gets his tummy full, he jumps down and runs through the woods and up and down the trees. Yesterday evening, I had to chase him out of the house. For being a " wild kitty" he isn't afraid to explore.
It didn't take long for George to feel at home with us. He spends the day ( and night, I think) on the porch of the TT. He knows when it's " meal time" and is so happy when his bowl gets filled. Chuck has been able to pick him up a couple of times but not without a lot of wiggling on George's part. I am able to "pet" him as long as he is busy eating. He's part of our entertainment when we sit on the porch. After he gets his tummy full, he jumps down and runs through the woods and up and down the trees. Yesterday evening, I had to chase him out of the house. For being a " wild kitty" he isn't afraid to explore. 
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