Hank is looking better these days, I think he's just old.
This is Morris, a new cat who we see occasionally. He stays way back. It's a shame the other cats can't be more welcoming, there's more than enough food for everyone.
Mo has a funny patch now on his back but it seems to be clearing up. I'm sure I couldn't get him back in that trap anyway.
Henry is apparently content in his new home and Maggie sat beside me on the sofa last night. Since last fall we've had 5 cats die/disappear (still no sign of Clyde) and Henry and Maggie have been adopted so it feels like our numbers are dwindling. I usually see about 15 cats now. At one point it was 20. I feel sad when I think that someday there will be none even though I know that is the point of all the spaying/neutering/adoptions. Feeding them is a burden, but a burden I enjoy and I feel an attachment to all of them. It's kind of like having braces in my 30's, don't regret it but wouldn't necessarily do it again.