Summer in Cat City

Summer has come early this year, and with it, the flies. The flies are the worst part of feeding ferals in the summer. No sooner do you put down the canned food than the flies are swarming in the bowls. Another month or so and it will be wasps. On the upside, their water doesn't freeze and we don't have to worry about the cats as much. I hate to even say it for fear of jinxing us, but we haven't had any kittens at the colony yet this year. There are still a few more to trap, though, so I will be trying again next week and also getting a lovely little cat at a nearby seamen's mission taken care of.

Here's Teddy, the big boy of the colony, both in size and dominance.

Teddy and Tina heading to the food.

A couple of our unnamed pontoon cats eating. It's sad that they don't have names but I can't tell the black cats or the tortis apart!