[Yael prefaces his answer with a shrug, noncommittal.]

In the beginning, it was easy. Spend all your pocket change on canned food and every cat in the neighborhood is your new best friend. Nefurrtiti took a while to come around, but I stayed patient. Shooed the other cats away so she could take her time and eat when she felt comfortable. After a while, she decided I wasn't half bad... until I made the mistake of buying her the cheap stuff.

[This little sliver of a scar was perfectly warranted, in his opinion. You don't mess with cats.]