If anyone has been keeping up with the narrative of “Whatever happened to Baby Blake” the feral cat I’ve been trying to rescue and domesticate for…over a year now. In a nutshell. I rescued Blake a tuxedo cat around a year ago, and a while before that David, a near blind Flamepoint Siamese who had been coming around for years for food. He was under my porch in bad shape, half-frozen. I got them medical care and quarantined them both separately. David Whichway in the Basement and Blake in my bedroom-turned-kennel for 4 months. Both cats didn’t like humans and to spite going up there daily to feed them and spend time with them, they never warmed up to me. When spring spring, Blake (the wild one) bounced. It was sad, because after their respective quarantines, David and Blake played together all the time on the second floor which they...