About four years ago, when my fiance and I were still just boyfriend and girlfriend and living in the upstairs of his mom’s house, one of the porch-fed strays had kittens. Three of them to be exact: two girls and a boy. The calico got adopted almost immediately to a family friend, but before the mama cat became a permanent resident of the house, there were no more cats allowed inside. A pretty flexible rule, as can clearly be seen by “Maddie” eventually becoming a part of the family, but she and the two other kittens were to remain on the porch of the house already full of cats.
That was until the little tabby boy’s tendency to follow us around got him into trouble.
I was still playing Dragon Age II and was really stuck on the brooding elven warrior, Fenris, with his white hair and markings made of lyrium. If you clicked on the characters while they were in the party, they’d say different things. Fenris would often say (especially if you were involved romantically) “I enjoy following you.”
So when this tiny little tabby boy with dark fur and striking white facial markings started following me around the porch, I gave him that dialogue towards me. Told him if he were my kitty I’d call him Fenris.
It wasn’t long before he started following us a little too far, into the driveway or, one day, to the street. And then into the street where my sister-in-law to be did something stupid by running after him. In all fairness, she was much more visible to the driver of the oncoming car she stopped than he would have been. Luckily they weren’t going very fast, probably because they saw a kid near the road. She begged me to bring him inside and, once we talked it over with their mother, I told her to give him a bath, bring me a litter box and I’d explain it to her brother when he got home.