CABOOSE'S BIOGRAPHY

Caboose came to me as a hardcore feral. Though he would hiss & flee when I’d try to approach him, he eventually began to feed with 2 other stray but tame kitties who regularly ate on my back porch. Always the last of the 3 to move in for his share, Caboose earned his name via my mom.

From the start, I was determined to make friends with our nervous, newest visitor. And, after a year and a half, one day while Boosie huddled over his food bowl just outside the sliding glass door, I finally brushed the top of his head with my finger! It was a slow but steady process after that, and we ultimately became true pals.

Now, Caboose cries for me to sit outside with him and would usually rather get and give affection than eat. He’ll head-butt my hand and love-bite my knuckles. He lets me gingerly place him on my lap, at which point he’ll knead, drool, and purr. He even loves to be groomed! He adored Paris, and now he adores Hamilton as well. He rolls on his back to show off to Hamils and tries to head-butt him through the glass!

It is an honor to have earned Caboose’s trust and friendship. He is a dear cat whose reliable presence is a comfort I cherish.