He's going to go live with my friend Ann, beginning the first part of August. Since we know he's going to have a home, we're feeding him every day (poor baby was so skinny when he first started hanging out at our house), and gentling him down--he likes being petted, hangs out when we're outside, tries to play with Batty and Sophia (they're just mostly annoyed), and is generally acting more and more like a tame kitten.
Yesterday, I was working in the back yard, and had the back door open. (Front door was locked, not going to have that happen again!). I'm talking with the cats, Butterscotch is hanging out with us all, watching the goings on.
I look up, and see him coming out of the house, at a pretty good clip, with a bright feathered cat toy in his mouth. He'd gone into the house, found the basket of cat toys, and decided he needed one. He took it and hid it somewhere next door, I keep expecting to see it on the back porch when I go out.
It was really cute--Butterscotch the cat toy thief. Our cats have so many toys, they'll not notice that one is gone. It wasn't one of their favorites.