How did they end up where they are?
Where are they from?
Why did they leave there?
Those answers answer the question “why won’t they come in”?
We’ve been feeding a large, yellow, coon cat every day and every night for months.
He’s a big fellow and he is a very sweet tempered fellow to boot.
He was dangerously thin when he arrived…he’s not now.
Every morning he sticks his head in the door and lets me know he’s here if I would be kind enough to feed him again today.
As he’s become accustomed to me, he now waits after the meal to be petted a bit before he leaves again.
If I’m not paying attention to him when he’s finished eating, he will stick his head in the door to request the petting as well.
He likes me.
He seems to appreciate me.
He won’t come in.
Any attempt to bring him in, no matter the conditions outside, results in frenzied attempts at freedom.
He’s an adult…he used to live somewhere.
Something went really wrong wherever that was.
Someone, somewhere, taught him that inside is a dangerous place.
Now, he cannot trust, not fully or even much.
He still likes the idea of a home but the wounds received in his last one preclude him from accepting another one.
He will not be brought in by force or persuasion…only by love that is willing to go outside with him.
You may have to count a few scratches as the cost as well.
He may never come in…but I will always be willing to meet him where his is.
Strays, both human and feline…are worth it.
Make your own application…