So, this is what happens when you feed a feral cat.

5:30 this morning (yes, 5:30) I hauled myself out of bed for my run and was met by Il Magnifico, (so named for Lorenzo d'Medici - for I feel he has star quality.) I've taken a liking to this skinny black feral cat. The other cats don't like him. He's more of a lone wolf. I respect that. And he meows at me. I can't help it! I give him kibble and I pet him. I'm this close to bundling him off to the vet for a full check up.


Sure, he's tiny and adorable. No doubt he's feigning love for me. I know he's just a fair weather friend but what if he really needs the kibble I give him?
It's only kibble, it's not love. Yet.