Fall dishes and a feral

Brown transfer-ware says 'Fall' to me.

I love the brown transfer-ware but I only have 2 pieces. I'll be on the hunt for more when I hit the antique shops this Fall. 

It's been a busy week-end for cat-sitting. 

I said "so long" to Buddy today.

I hope I get to care for him again.

I have 4 new kitties to show you soon. Oh boy, wait 'til you see them. They are gorgeous.

I'm just now back from the warehouse. When I first started  feeding feral cats at a warehouse there were maybe 8 at that time.

Some came, some went and I was able to trap one that I felt was not feral and find a home for her.

The last few months I have seen only 2 cats. It breaks my heart wondering where the others are. One is an older male that has been around the block and I call him Jack. He shows up for me to actually see him twice a week or so. He obviously eats somewhere else or is a fine hunter. Little Peek, named because she/he would wait in the grass and peek at me from a distance until I had placed the food and then was safely back in my car, comes for food every night. She/he may not be much of a hunter (not all cats are) and is now depending on the free grub. She/he is feral but I am seeing some progress in her/his trust of me. 

This is taken from my car with a zoom.

Tonight I made more progress. The cat came closer and actually started to eat with me standing just 10 feet from him/her. I talk and the cat never takes his/her eyes off me; even while she eats.
I have been feeding this particular cat for about a year now. I don't know what has happened to the clowder of cats that were at this sight years back but I expect they have moved on or died. It's a very tough life for a feral and I worry about this one so much.

Thankfully, my daughter is finally over the flu. It was hard to see her so sick. This one lasts over a week and I'm hoping we have seen the tail end of it.

hugs, Deb