Our first cat in 23 years. Found her in our alleys behind some scrap wood, almost dead from cold weather. Actually went unconscious twice behind allaey and the house. Wife rubbed her back twice. Put her on a heating pad and feed and hydrated her with dry formula we had for the grandkids. When we began helping the ferals and kittens got to come into the house she blamed my wife. Now she's dinkers the hater. She only is civil to me. She will come and sit in my lap or get under my arm in bed but that's it. She sleeps on my wife's side during the day in spite. And when the wife wants to claim HER spot, oh the carrying on. She's a dandy.