Today’s challenge asked us to list three random objects, three random locations, two items lost and two found AND THEN to choose from the lists and find a link. Just as I settled down to write there was a growl in the corridor outside. Well, that was random! Upon investigation, the rear view of the somewhat feral feline who is auditioning to be third housecat. We call him Felix. Because he looks like the fellow on the tin.
Wildcat
One somewhat feral cat
Found prowling the corridor
Definitely not the blue lane
Head House Cat growls, Passport!
You are not in the correct zone!
The customs of this home require
Certain decorum, but
Who can resist a wildish kind of guy
Without papers
Looking for something more
Than a dinner dole
A scratch on the head
He wants to cross the frontier of love
To sing his song
To belong despite his fears
The dogs, the other cats
The two-legged with the beard
Incarceration
But the naturalisation
Process has begun
We are, so to speak,
Affianced. At least
I have pledged my troth
The family will come around
Eventually
Meanwhile he camps outside our door
We agreed upon this experiment
In mutual trust
Finding refuge
In my heart
Sojourning Smith 
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Awwwww…. I really hope the family comes around. Felix is adorable!
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Well, the beardy one is on board. The dogs accept him, but he is wary of them. The matriarch cat is rather like the lady not for turning…(sigh). But who knows. He has his own kennel.
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Do not lose heart, Bee and Tony — Felix is very likely on his way ‘in’. Our older feral fella Tze-Hantsiu (rough Ukrainian for Little Gypsy) took a very long time to enter the house. Eventually Tze-Han became Respected Senior over the other boys and girls, presiding till his death four years later.
Patience and respectful love such as you two exude also wooed our wild young Rover who stayed with us till his FeLeuk claimed him, and a decade later, Rags eventually found his niche among the herd as well. Rags stayed for a year before wandering onwards, but it was lovely to have his huge dusky fluffiness overseeing the half-dozen others (two dogs too) from his favourite chair, great head lowered, musing as if he were formulating Dharma Talks! If you two cannot awaken a truce amongst the Clan of Cats, No-one ever ever could. (kit w-p)
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AH, this is very heartening reportage. Peace talks are ongoing.
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About so much more than cats. Enjoyed x
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