Well my own cat's favourite thing at the moment is definitely my sweater, but the favourite thing of the little feral (long story, may soon have relatively happy ending, I hope) I'm trying to do something about is my cat. She loves him. She comes (from wherever she goes at night) early in the morning and waits for him to come out. She follows him all day, lets him win the wrasslin' game every time, gazes admiringly when he climbs a tree, snuggles up to him when he lays in the sun (he has flea protection, but she doesn't appear to be flea infested). When I bring him in at dusk, she lays outside the patio door and cries for a while, then disappears for the night. I hope she has a safe place.

So far, I can't get closer to her than about a metre, if I sit very quiet she'll come that close. She's quite willing to sneak into the house if I leave the door open, and will steal food right from the kitchen - I think that's hopeful.