This big guy is Shadow. Believe it or not, he was tiny at one time. I fostered a litter of feral kittens and he was the only one that we couldn't socialize. He was so bad that his first name was Hiss 'n Spit. I was afraid that he'd never get adopted so, of course, we kept him. Shadow still spends most of his time in the closet or under the dining room table, but when I pick up his brush he comes running. And when we try to pet him, he hisses then starts purring. He may never be a lap cat, but he's still a good boy.


