I've been away for a few days and although it's been nice having a break, I'm anxious to see my charges.
I was thinking that caring for a feral colony is kind of like marriage in a way. When I met my husband Steve 19 years ago I thought he was great but didn't immediately think I would spend my life with him, it just evolved and grew, we married after 10 years together and now of course I can't imagine my life without him.
When I started feeding the Cherry Street cats, I didn't have an intention, just wanted to help out, started by feeding one day a week, now it's 2 - 4 days a week plus all the management of the colony. And somehow out of that I've made a commitment to these cats, that I will care of them until they are all gone, until death do us part.
I have to thank Joanne for sorting out Madge and Lionel when I was away.
I'm working on organizing another TNR project (of course an hour drive from me). Three older kittens and a couple of adults are living in a shed in a parking lot and this guy too. Apparently he is tame, is desperate for affection, oh boy, now I have to figure out what to do with him too.