I've been fostering cats for a rescue organisation with my friend Fani. Since we joined we've had 4 kittens and 3 adults. One of the adults we unfortunately had to put down, but all the kittens have been adopted. Kittens are so easy to fall in love with, they came in sets of two and had one in each that I could barely let go and considered whether or not to keep myself. In the end I did lett them go though. But then there's the two big boys. One was tame from already and Fani loved him from day one and will be keeping him. Me on the other hand had this very very feral cat. He was captutred at 7 months old, no real human contact. Flew of the walls first time we let him out of the carrier they brought him in. He was in the roof! I tucked him in a towel to calm him, trim his nails, and look over his health.
But he was such a sweetheart, I believe he bit a tiny bit that first day, but never since (well, not me, Fani can't touch him though