Whazzup Aflo?
Guys like cats, too. I've had all kinds of animals through my life, but cats have been my favorite. Well, except for a baby squirrel I saved in New Orleans from Hurricane Andrew. I was helping a friend tape the windows, and I saw it when I arrived at the house, stuck to the bricks. It was motionless, so I thought it was some kind of ornament.
We started taping on the back of the house, and as we came around front, I saw it was still there, stuck to the bricks. As I got close to those windows, I could tell that it was a real squirrel. I got a broom and tried to lure it down with the handle, thinking it might crawl down. It fell into the crowded ground-system of a bush (don't know how to word that better). I was actually a little scared that it might bite me, but I worked it out of that "entrapment" and tried to shoo it away. It didn't move. Si I carefully picked it up again and pet it, set it free in a better place, then went back to work. We finishing the job, but the squirrel was still where I put it down. So when I evacuated, I took it with me. I realized later that it had been attacked by her cat, and 1.25 inches of its tail had been bitten off, but the bleeding had stopped. This is why it never moved... it was petrified with fear.
I evacuated to Alexandria (where I live now), to my mother's house. The squirrel didn't budge the whole trip, or the next day. I took it to a Vet who said it was the healthiest squirrel she'd ever seen. I asked what to feed it, bought that, and took it home. When I finally got him to eat with a dropper through his lips, he came to life, after realizing that I wasn't going to hurt him. He was my best friend after that, and went everywhere with me. Sometimes, other people could pet him, but other times, he'd dart all around my body, and up and down my legs, on my clothes to keep away, but he never once tried to run away from me. At home, he had the run of the living room, but stayed in a bird cage at night, with his food and water. We'd play a lot, and he was so much fun. I'd sit on the bed with him in the palm of my hand. Somehow, he'd dart around from my palm, under my hand, back up the other side, and sit there in my palm again, kinda grinning at me, proud of himself.
He was so funny, I called him a Nut Case, and with it having been Hurricane Andrew, I named him Andy Nut Case. I miss that little guy. He was so smart. He stayed in the bird cage at night because I also had three kittens I found outside my door while it was raining one night, and believe it or not, I trained them not to bother him. They could be curious, and play, but no attacking. I think it helped that they were very young kittens. But I didn't trust the cats at night, unsupervised. This was back in 1992.
However, a Box full of Kittens?... No Sir. A Crazy Cat Lady can have that many.

No Offence Cat Ladies.

But the one young female I have now is enough at this time.

The cat I have now might be the smartest one I've ever had.