Hard to believe that just six months ago Maggie was sleeping under a garbage truck. She is beside me on the sofa playing with a crinkle ball as I type this. Every day she gets braver and braver even venturing upstairs to sleep on the bed. We have another former feral, Pebbles, at our home, who is also black. We rescued her 10 years ago as a kitten, and not knowing enough about socialization, didn't do a good job but she turned into a lovely cat. Funnily enough, the two former ferals don't really get along.
Another happy update, Marty is one of the three gray cats that were trapped in the wildlife habitat not to be named and relocated to a barn. All three have stuck around and have a much better life now.
Mo has been missing for two weeks now, that's six down since the fall. It's sad to see our numbers diminish. I can't imagine it when there's only a couple left.
No shortage of flies, though.
I should get the cats to do a Friskies commercial.
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