Feral kitten Pierre took the plunge last week -- he dove his head into my waiting hand and discovered love, love, love. He became tame practically overnight. He has trained me to rub every inch of his head. He purrs in my lap. He lets me pick him up and carry him. He's underfoot in the kitchen, hollering for treats. He's become more tame in a few days than Jesse and Olga have in months.Pierre is absolutely adorable and one of the few rescued ferals that could be adopted out -- to a Siamese-lover's home of my choice. It would be only fair to my other kitties, who already have to compete for attention. But can I part with Pierre? This is where they separate the kitty rescuers from the kitty hoarders. I can think of a dozen arguments for keeping him and just as many for letting him go.
Just writing this makes me want to hug him and kiss him and hoard him.