Hubby warmed up to his foster family and showed more trust and affection to their presence each day.

"He stopped running away from the door when I entered and started greeting me. He's learned that if he meows (or chirps) loud enough, someone will open the door and give him some attention."

Hubby's coat was scruffy after years braving the elements of the outdoors. Around two months into foster care, as Hubby was coming out of his shell, Katherine tried to brush him.

She hoped for the best and prepared for the worst. To her surprise, Hubby adored it so much that he melted into a rumbly mush. "He lay down, rolled over and soaked it all up. And what a brushing he received."