One of my black feral kittens decided he wanted some love rubs last night.

Back around 97 or 98 a litter of four kittens was born under my dad's house... I was able to trap them, including the mom, I kept them captive & relocated them to my shop... Fed them, kept them in a cage for the first couple weeks, giving them food, water, milk & treats.. They got to where they weren't freaking out every time I moved, then they started coming to me when I fed them, the allowed me to handle them a little.... So I decided it was time and I opened the cage... Initially they hauled *** outta there.. But the kittens all came back for food and actually started hanging around, letting me and eventually others to pet them... It took some time but I was able to find three of them homes, unfortunately one disappeared & about a month later my Belgian Malinois was out playing in the pasture & wound up bringing me a skeleton with a collar... No idea what happened....
If only Belgians could talk. Mine came very close to taking down a young deer this morning. She is fighting to become alpha female from an eastern German Shepard that out weighs her by about fifty pounds. She don’t care, in typical Mal fashion she figures “ bring it” .