"Oh no, Audrey." Like a bolt of lightening, her tail-end disappeared at the top of the stairs heading for cover. I am down one vase and mangled flowers have been added to the compost.
She's ok and thankfully did not get cut by the glass. She actually enjoyed every split second of it. She is walking a little lower to the ground right now and refuses to look me in the eye but she'll be back to her 'bad' normal self sooner than need be. Some poor moth will meet it's demise before the day is out and all will be good again in Audrey's world. Yes, she recovers quickly from hearing me bellow her name. Me...I'm beginning to think I should live in an unfurnished cardboard box like Sierra.
"Move over, Sweetie."
My heart aches for these feral cats. I have seen 4 at this site but I know there are many more. In the Lanark area there are hundreds of feral cats. I have zoomed in here but this is an improvement over many months of feeding this particular one.
It is now coming to the food before I leave and although it watches every move I make, there seems to be some trust building. For 4 months it would hide in the grass, only visible by it's ears, and would not move until my car was out of the parking lot.
Now it comes up to the rocks and starts to eat before I am back in the car. I believe it is very young yet and although I may be kidding myself, I'm going to try to befriend it.
Please don't lecture me on feeding and not neutering these cats. I took this over from someone who, because of an injury, was unable to get to the site. She has trapped many and found homes for the ones she could adopt out. Our shelter is full to bursting right now and feral cats will just be euthanized if trapped. We are hoping in the future there will be a TNR program put in place. But for now, I won't let them go hungry in this one spot where I feed them.