By Karen Murray, ‘84
This is Teddy. He was feral –very feral– and living (if you can call it that) in my Orlando neighborhood. He was in bad shape from homeless street life, full of bloody wounds. I did TNR on him (humanely trapped him and had him neutered and vaccinated and then released him where he had been trapped). Many months later I saw him down the street from my house and I called his name, which at that time was “Black and White.” He followed me home, keeping a big distance between us. That’s when a relationship started to develop between us. It literally took years, but Teddy eventually decided he wanted to move in with me, and now he’s not feral at all. Indeed, he’s extremely civilized: he walks on a leash, and on request (with the expectation of a treat) scratches his post, gives high five, shakes hands, kisses, sits, lies down, pirouettes (in both directions), and passes a ball. He is now known around the neighborhood as a gentleman and a scholar.