Here's my 9-10 yr old indoor cat Cookie laying on a sleeping bag he shouldn't be.

Just before I entered high school back in 2003, my mom's boss was outside the parking lot for the janitors and cooks where she was trying to lure a tiny white kitten from underneath her car.

My mom lured him out with a sandwich or milk, I can't remember at the moment. Anyway my mom was able to get him to come out and brought home where I instantly became fond of him after losing two of my outdoor cats were killed.

I soon tamed him and ever since he's been my buddy as well as being very trusting of me. No one else can get him happy with the love and attention I give him, I'm the only one he trusts to touch his belly with my feet.