BW: Feral Kitty

We’ve been feeding this cutie for at least a year now. He used to sit under a tree of ours and hide amongst the flowers. It’s a Hibiscus tree and the branches flow down. Over that time, we’ve earned his trust enough to feed him on the stoop by the garage door. Notice his torn ear? He is such a sweetie. He would just rub against Duke. It was so sweet to watch. Yet, he still wouldn’t let us touch him.
There he is saying goodbye to Duke. In the last few days, he’d gotten to where if I held my hand down beside his food dish, he would rub against it. I couldn’t move my hand though, because he’d run. This past Friday when it was cold here, I decided to put his food in the garage and I held the door open. It took about ten minutes but he went inside and I promptly closed the door. He doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to be an inside kitty. I’ve got to figure out how to get him to the vet and get him spayed and checked out with a clean bill of health before I expose him to Doogie. About a month or so ago I decided his initials needed a name besides black and white. So, I named him Beauregard Whittaker. Isn’t he a cutie? Anyone ever work with ferals? I’ve got to gain his trust to get him to the vet and it’s going to be fun trying to get him in my cat carrier.