One night, I woke to the sound of a cat making the “I’m about to go into battle” yowl, followed by the sounds of a brief cat fight.
We looked at Obi (the orange tabby stray) as carefully as we could when he showed up the next morning, but if he was in a fight, there was no sign of it.
Today, he let me pet him the entire time he was eating the gooshy food, and even let me pet him a couple of times after he was done and looking up at me. Baby steps of progress.
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