Batman was one of Fuzzy’s children, and he inherited (or learned) his mother’s social skills early in life. He earned his name from his early interactions with us.
Most of the feral kittens followed in their parents’ footsteps and kept their distance. But Fuzzy was more relaxed around us and her litter followed suit. Batman was particularly outgoing. He would approach as we filled the dry food bowls and take a gentle swipe at the cup as we poured. Occasionally he would do the same with our hands, never using his claws, and he was christened Batman for his habit of batting at cups and hands. As you can see, he became a handsome guy who liked to pose for pictures.
As in Fuzzy’s case, Batman’s name set the theme for the rest of the litter. One brother looked similar to Batman, and he became Robin. His two sisters were indistinguishable at first and earned the names of Starsky and Hutch. The entire litter was more friendly than most of the colony and tended to stay close to home. In fact, Starsky is still with us at the age of 12 and has become very close to a domesticated cat.
By the time Batman was born we were beginning our aggressive trap, neuter, and release (TNR) program. As soon as kittens were old enough for spaying or neutering we trapped them and brought them to the vet. After the round of kittens born during Batman’s season, the only kittens we had in the colony were brought in from the wild by mother cats we had not seen before.
And for all of you who keep hearing Sheldon Cooper saying “I’m Batman!”, here you go.
- The Moon Is Down: Stupid Fox Version
- Zipper’s On the Loose!