Dancer was born in November of 2003 to a feral mother. Someone dumped off the litter of kittens outside of my friend’s office. Dancer was the only one she could catch. He was teeny tiny and terrified of people. Now he likes for me to pet him in the mornings in the place where he gets his food. Never, in any other place, can I touch him. And if I try to pick him up or catch him, he is gone, gone, gone. Dancer and Lily are the best of friends.
