Hi Traci! I've been AWOL from FDMB for a while, and just happened upon your post today. Please tell Dave that he has another person who thinks that he is awesome for helping little Cruiser out!
There are a few semi-ferels in my neighborhood and my neighbor has been taking care of them. They usually won't come in my yard because of the drooler, but occasionally one will run across the deck really fast, lol. Of course there was that odd one who happened to make his way into my garage one day last winter (sometime in February), and refused to come out.
I just so happened to realize that I had a cat somewhere in there because one day, I opened up the garage door and there was the evidence right behind my car....a pile of poo. You can imagine the look on my face when I saw this. Of course I didn't realize it was cat poo at the time, I thought that maybe a racoon had gotten into the garage some how (I don't know what racoon poo looks like, but hey, that to me was more logical than cat poo, lol). So, I searched and searched and found not entry/exit from the garage and just shook my head and went about my business. The next day....well there in almost the same spot, was another pile of poo. The mystery began...and I once again started to search for entry/exit ways...but no, there was none, never was. The next day I noticed that the baggies of dog food I usually kept in the garage for when I took the drooler down to the dog park were laying on the garage floor, chewed open and half gone. Ah ha moment....whatever was in there is still in there. But there was no noise no nothing...couldn't see anything....hummmmmmmmmm.
Then that night when I was coming home from, I saw this shadow of what appeared to be a cat running from one side of the garage to the other...Another ah ha moment....there is a cat in here...hummmmmmm, what to do, what to do......So, I promptly went into the house, got a dish of kitty food, a bowl of water, and a litter box and put it in the garage. I figured he could stay in the garage for the winter, he seemed to be pretty relaxed and comfortable there because he didn't try to get out. I decided to put the food dish by the back door of the garage where I could peak through the window to see what the kitty looked like. I didn't peak for about two weeks. I thought that would give the kitty some time to get used to going to that particular place to eat and drink and feel comfortable. Then one day, I snuck around the back of the garage and peaked through the window and there he was, the cutest little orinch kitty! I was very still, just watching him. I could tell he was nervous about being out in the open because he kept looking to the left and to the right, making sure nothing was sneaking up on him. He did that for about 3 minutes and then looked up and saw me looking at him...then whoosh...away he ran. Oh, well, I thought...I'll check on him in another day or two. He must have known when I was there because I could see him peaking from under my mom's car and he wouldn't come out to eat, so I just left him alone for a while. Eventually, I went back again. Still he wouldn't come out if I was there, so I decided one day to just feed him in the evening (he was eating twice a day at that time), just for that one day, maybe he'll be hungry enough to come out. Well, that worked! So I did this for about another week and he became comfortable with me watching him (I then put him back on his twice a day feeding schedule).
At the May, I made plans to do a TNR an dborrowed a trap from Marjorie (and Tigger), got him trapped and off he went. When I went to pick him up, the informed me that I had to keep him calm and quiet for at least two days....so I decided that my car would be parked in the drive way and I got a table and my droolers first crate and put it on top of the table. I set it up nice with food/water/litterbox and left the cat go. Wellllll, let me tell you...he was trying to get out of that kennel any way he could...I almost cried because I didn't want him to hurt himself, but he was banging and banging against the bars, so I put a cover over the kennel and he quieted down. I left him alone for the majority of the day, just checking by peaking under the cover and he seemed quiet and wasn't trying to escape. The next day I went into the garage and just started to talk to him w/o touching the kennel. I did this for a little bit and then took the cover off just enough so that he could see out the front and I could reach in and change his litter and give frest water/food. Well, to make a long story short.....I decided that I wanted to keep this little orinch cat that I named GeeCee (G for garage C for cat, lol) and began a slow slow process of trying to get him used to me. I would go into the garage at least twice a day, sit in front of the kennel and talk to him, or read a book, just so he could get used to seeing me. I then moved the chair closer to the kennel. It took me a while for him to come out of the back corner and come to to wiggling fingers to rub his head. I did this probably for about two months.....I kept him in the kennel so that he wouldn't run and hide whereever his hiding place was. I wanted him to get used to me before I opened the door. We eventually worked up to me opening the kennel door and he would come out and sit on my lap. He never tried to jump down and run. One day I did put him on the floor and he just stood there and jumped back into my lap. Then one day I put him down and he ran to where I realized was his hidey hole. Since he was used to me, I didn't have a hard time getting him from the hole.
At the beginning of July I was going on a cruise and I was having a friend of mine house/pet sit for me. It was also very very hot outside and inside that garage, so I decided to take him into the house. I have a spare room on the lower level, so I put him in a carrier and took him down there. He promptly ran and hid under the bed. I could not get him out and I didn't want to stress him out either. So I went to the garage, got the table and the kennel and set him up downstairs. I covered him up and he seemed to be ok. He was like that until I got home from my cruise and then I started to just open up the kennel door to let him come and go as he pleased. Did this for a few weeks, then took out the table and kennel. He stayed mostly under the bed, but I would still spend as much time w/him and play with some of his toys. I noticed that he liked playing with his toys

. Eventually I opened up the bedroom door and gave him free range of the lower level for a few weeks, then he became one of the family when he decided he no longer wanted to stay downstair by himself.
He has adjusted well from being a ferel to a semi ferel to a garage cat to a house cat. He plays with the other cats and he just loves the drooler. Every chance he gets he goes and rubs on her and tries to get her to play with him (she's not very open to playing with a cat, lol, but she will give him a few seconds of her time like a good sister should). He is "my" cat...doesn't go much for visitors or my mom. Some nights he sleeps between my feet, others he sleeps on my recliner. He purrs, he plays, he's happy.
This whole process took at least 7 months. It takes patience and perserveriance. Sounds like Dave has those, so he will be able to bring the Cruiser around!
Keep us informed on the progress, I'll make sure I drop into FDMB to check up on you guys! Good Luck!!!
ps...sorry this was so long, but it's 7 months experience in a "nutshell", lol