Adam was a kitten when my sister trapped him, his sister, and his mother. In fact, the kittens were so small, they didn’t set off the trap when eating the food. My ingenious brother-in-law tied some chicken up so the kittens would have to jump to get it and that did the trick. None of the cats were happy about being brought into a house, but my sister worked with them and tamed them a bit. My sister kept the two females, but her male cat didn’t want another male around, so she offered Adam to me. We have had him eight years now and although he is still skittish, he is quite the daddy’s boy. He can almost always be found with my husband. My sister says he is too spoiled, but I don’t think there is such a thing when it comes to such a wonderful cat as Adam!