By this point, he'd been stuck in the house with us for a few weeks. We'd captured him while he was sick, and once he was stronger he'd then been sent off for his jabs and to be snipped.

He had discovered scritches by this point, but was still unsure about this 'coming indoors' thing.

Then... duvets.

Imagine spending the first year of your life living on the street, scrounging for food, sleeping with one eye open, with the softest, warmest thing you've ever sat on being some straw someone left outside in a kennel for you.

Then discovering duvets exist.

And of course the discovery of duvets meant, shortly afterwards, he decided to try duvet hugs.

Which was basically the point at which (unbeknownst to him) we decided that if he came back post-release then he could stay forever.