Trying This Again...

I've tried this site before but for some reason it never caught on with me & it goes unused till I get bored with other things & am looking for something else to do. It didn't take long for the novelty of FaceBook to wear off-I can be long winded sometimes & found that one isn't given much space for rambling thoughts over there.
But anyway..
We have this certain little guy in our lives & everytime I see him crashed out in another one of his silly ways, I always think of what his life was, & how easily it could have ended.
I work at a sheetmetal shop that used to have a steady supply of feral kittens around & he was once one of the babies that lived on the canvas roof above the metal bar stock. I could look up & see the silhouettes of cats laying up there & watch the paws as they ran across the white canvas..A couple of us would feed them but for the longest time he never came down from the roof, even long after he was weaned. When i saw him I couldn't help but think he had a wild, demonic stare so I thought of him as the Devil.
The shop cat had another litter which we rescued from the walls of the machine shop & ended up fostering out & adopting & still he remained up on the roof. One of those kittens ended up being kidnapped back by the mother & it was this kitten who ended up showing the devil how to finally get down from the roof-by scrambling down a chain link fence. The shop cat had yet another litter of kittens & it came to be that they all started hanging out near the door of my work area-they knew who the sucka was!
For awhile the Devil acted like the rest of them but he would act silly to catch my eye. The beginnings of trust & friendship were formed & solidified when he would stop & let me pet him & talk to him & scratch him behind the ears. He was always such a dirty kitty, living in a filthy shop as they all did.
When the owners wife started to trap the cats there were 7 of them-4 generations represented in the group. The trapping upset me because I hate my job & the people I work for & the cats & kittens were like a pleasant distraction that helped me through my day & it was another thing being taken away from me. From us by the selfish people who owned the place.
The first morning when he ended up in the trap, I let him go in a fit of defiance but I knew it was a matter of time & a decision had to be made.
We already had 2 cats & were living in a small apartment but were in a serious hunt for a house so when he ended up in the trap again I felt in my heart that I had to take the chance on him since he seemed so tame to me-so I took him to the vet & had him worked over & brought him home.
The only time that he seems like a wild cat is when company comes over, he disappears. Other than that he likes to trot into the kitchen with his legs moving quick like one of those little sea birds, meowing piteously for attention! He likes to be picked up for hugs & kisses & will let us flip him over so he can hang like a limp noodle in our arms, not minding the belly kisses or raspberries that follow. He is a very patient cat that doesn't mind being handled at all. I could hold him by the belly & hang him upside down-his "dare-Devil" pose, he doesn't care. He likes to keep me company while I feed the fish before going to bed, it's become a ritual with us that I look forward to at that time.
So in closing I wonder if he remembers his life on the roof & in the shop, if he remembers the starvation & the cold & the dirt. I remember it. I remember how it made me sad that I couldn't save them all-I had to choose one, the one who chose me & who's trust I could not betray.