He's lucky you found him!

I never thought this story would have such a happy ending.

Lucky

Sounds like your baby will an absolute love bug like my Osie. Good luck to you both. Take care.
Edited to add : Osie's mom was Siamese, and his dad was an orange tabby. The coloring is almost identical!

He looks like his name might be "Nelson" but that's just a first impression.

He was the shyest kitten in the litter, so I never would have predicted he'd take to humans this quickly. It must have helped that I fed him for months without doing anything scary and that he saw other cats trust me.

Very intelligent and beautiful.

And you must be a cat whisperer.

Great job!

Cats often sense who it is safe to place their trust in. Your patience, and obvious loving nature is a true gift! I look forward to future updates.

I'm sure this won't be the last photo I share of him.

His mom was a tabby, and I think his father must have been an orange/Siamese mix that I've seen a few times.

I've always heard this color referred to as Lynxpoint Siamese. Definitely a mix of Siamese and tabby. I've had a couple like this over the years, it's one of my favorite patterns. Congrats on your success in taming down this guy!

And that silvery gray would be blue point coloring in standard Siamese designation.

or two and he will tell you his name.

Although it took us forever to name one of our cats: we just called her gray girl for months, until we realized that gray girl translates to Gigi.

The conclusion was that they sort of domesticated themselves

I'd love to know the book's title.

It doesn't sound like an enjoyable read.

What about Chance as a name, since you took a chance on saving him?

I'll have to run that by Mr. Femmedem!

He was a foster we'd found a home for and his new Dad named him Chance because he was taking a chance on him.

Unfortunately (or as I saw it, fortunately for us) his new Dad's Mom got very ill and he needed to travel out west often to look after her so Chance came back to us. I was glad his Mom eventually recovered but more glad that Chance ended up with us as his furever home.

His brother is a tuxedo cat with an unusual white streak along one flank, like a slender bolt of lightning.

That is not to say that your story 'isn't much' but stories like this give me hope that our kind is not completely fucked.

If you don't mine me saying, Well done femmedem.



PS, I am much more of a K9 dude.

I grew up in a house full of Basset Hounds and Brittany Spaniels. But dogs would have been tougher for us to care for in our small urban house, at least until I retired. By then, we'd taken in some neighborhood stray cats and weren't sure how everyone would get along.

And I'm really glad this story could give you some hope.

A kitten that the neighbor left behind when she moved as she couldn't catch him to take a long.
We caught him and kept him.
He was a great cat and excellent mouser.
🎶Cisco cat was a friend of mine 🎶

Knee-jerk filk reaction. (Filk = science fiction / fantasy folk music.)

Most filk is cringe -worthy but this was pretty good.

Leslie Fish and Heather Alexander come to mind.

I never liked bagpipes much until I heard her.

Heather was transgender? He now tours as Alexander James Adams after he turned into a lovely baritone.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_James_Adams

The right name will come to you.

I look forward to many more photos and reports about him.

Maybe his DU fans should start a name sweepstakes?

I don't know if it's because I moved him from the bathroom to the bedroom or because he's completely healed from being neutered, but he's become much more playful but less affectionate. He never tires of interactive toys like the feather wand, but he hasn't purred or let me pet him since that first day. We're still making progress--if I stretch my hand out towards him, he stretches his paw out to touch me--but he jumps if I touch his head or back.

He's still a miracle boy, though. It's incredible that he sleeps on the bed and will jump all over me if I've got the feather wand, considering how old he is and how little interaction he's had with humans. I believe that if I put the time in, he'll end up a love bug like his brother.

Hence, you could call him Beau(x).

The fosterer named his brother Boo, so they would be Boo and Beau.

Purrrrrr

Your baby looks very similar - I think Silver is a good name……

Was your Silver an adult when he became domesticated?

We have a little drama here this afternoon: I let He Who Has Yet To Be Named out of the bathroom too early, and my oldest boy chased him into the bedroom, where he is currently hiding. My oldest accepted Boo so easily that I didn't anticipate this.

After I got him fixed and in the spare bathroom he stopped hiding and hissing. They were generally only in there for a few days - I kept him a week+ in the bathroom and he started coming to me. He was an amazingly smart and maternal male.

That's an amazing turnaround for a year-old, truly feral cat.

He almost certainly had even around people at a younger time. Males that are intact often ‘go wild’ about 5-7 months old.

He was the smartest Kitty we ever had.

The odds of that must be as small as the odds of this guy becoming so loving, so quickly, after his feral beginnings.

He loves, loves, loves his feather wand toy.

You both are so lucky!

He looks like a Myst to me. (Nothing to do with the old game, just that "Misty" would be for a female , and that coat makes me think of mist rolling off a lake in the morning. )

You have lots of great suggestions for names here. I'm sure you'll pick the purrfect one!