22 cats fed!

Last Saturday it felt like all I did was feed cats. My morning started by feeding our five at home, making sure Baxter didn't gobble up everyone else's Wellness. Then out to the yard to feed Charlie, a stray who has been living in our backyard for the last two weeks. Down to the basement to take care of the two 20 year olds we rescued a month ago. Their owner died and they were about to be euthanized so we took them in. They mostly live in the basement for now as we try to integrate them into the household and get their medical issues sorted out.

Off to the boatyard to care for our feral friends. Seven cats at Harry's boat. Here I am preparing their food.

Cali, Biff, Teddy, Tina and Jackson wait impatiently to be fed.

Then off to the pontoon where we saw another seven: MC, Queenie, Socks, 2 black cats, 2 tortishells, and this new orange cat. I have no idea where he came from, I've seen him twice in the week, but never before.

Socks sits by a dumpster waiting for us to leave.

Queenie gets a scritch, she has become so friendly.

So that was my Saturday, very much like my Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, you get the idea.

The cat(s) came back

Arrow is back! It's been a couple of months since anyone has seen her. There is always the worry of illness or accident but there she was on the weekend. Who knows what she has been up to.

Jackson is another one who we haven't seen for weeks. He was a little skittish but still eager to eat.

Arrow and Cali enjoying their Friskies.

Biff in a patch of sunlight.

MC waiting for us on the stairs. I swear she can recognize the car.

If only I could tell the black cats apart. I think this is one that hasn't been fixed yet. He (or she) is waiting for us to leave to eat.

Spring slump

Strangely, even though the weather has been lovely, I see fewer cats when I go down to feed than I did in the winter. I have a few theories, perhaps there is more other food available, they are just roaming more, or the activity in the boatyard is causing them to hide during the day.

Still, there are mouths to feed, and I'm sure some cats show up after we leave, so somebody goes down every day.
Here are the regulars at Harry's boat, Tina, Teddy and Biff.

And the pontoon regulars, MC and Queenie. Sometimes I think MC just sits there all day waiting for us to show up.

Teddy, taking care of some grooming, after his meal.

Poor Biff, you can still hear him breathe. I wish I could do something for him. Vets have two week antibiotic shots now (how fantastic is that! those of you who have tried to pill a cat will understand my excitement) but the trick would be to trap him. Those cats are never hungry enough to go in a trap so we'll just have to hope he heals himself.