Remembering Knox

Of the four cats, he was the most timid. He would hang about on the back porch, under the table or a chair, waiting for a handout but would hiss and promptly scoot away when reached for. Recently he seemed to warm up to the idea of us. If I was working in the yard he would follow me around, always at a safe distance of course but it was an improvement. A month or so ago I was taking pictures of my daffodils when I snapped the above photo. Shortly after, he passed within arms reach but I didn’t try to touch him for fear he’d run away. We spent most of the morning together, which was rare. {Sept. 09 – Apr. 10}