Yesterday after I fed I had an odd hunch for some reason I drove down towards the water to look for Clara. I haven't seen her since the beginning of May when things got busy at the yard. I went to the spot where I started feeding feral cats many many years ago, not that far as a cat might walk but in another industrial area and would involve crossing a very wide open street.
I drove slowly looking around and my heart sank when I saw a tortishell cat lying in a parking spot not moving. I first thought it's Clara and she's dead. Then she started to move, thank god, and when I approached her with the familiar clicker sound she stopped. I fed her under a car and she seemed hungry but clearly has survived somehow. I am so happy she's alive.
I'm tempted to trap her and take her back now that things have settled down, I want to make sure she gets food on a regular basis. Penny has also not been seen for a bit, but I hope she has stuck around, is just lying low.
Yesterday I got a card in the mail from the Scarborough VEC where Teddy was treated. I was touched to see how many staff took the time to write a note and sign the card.
I picked up Teddy's ashes and a paw print last week, I think we will have a little service to honour him and the many we have lost.