It's time to reveal my secret. Maggie, one of the cats from the colony, has been living with us since February. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it would work out. Her first stay didn't go well, but I felt so guilt ridden seeing her down there in the snow living under a garbage truck I decided to try again.
Sometimes patience (lots of it!) pays off and she is part of our family now. She is still skittish and there are occasional skirmishes with the other cats but I can pat her and she happily plays with toys and as you can see she sits on the sofa.
After almost a month without seeing Tibbs, she reappeared at Harry's on the weekend, looking a bit thin but fine otherwise. Wonder where she was.
Just a couple of scratching shots. Hope they don't have fleas. I apply Revolution to the cats I can touch.
And yes, even feral cats do cute things.
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