Kiwi -- Because he is a strange fruit! He was a feral cat. He was skin and bones when we trapped him. He is not very bright. It took him 3 years to learn to groom himself. He likes to lay in his litterbox, after he's used it! He lived under my treadmill for a month, then moved to living under a credenza for another month. He went outside and the wind blew -- he disappeared for three days until one of our other cats escorted him home, shoulder to shoulder. Every day is new to him. He is a sweetheart, though, and loves to be in my lap.
He is beautiful. I really enjoyed your story about Kiwi and I love that name. A feral that is now tame enough to sit on your lap. What a happy ending. Thanks for sending the beautiful picture of Kiwi...love that close-up shot. :)