Behind in my blog

I'm a bit behind here. First I was away, then I came back sick. Only now am I feeling better and have unpacked and semi caught up. Speaking of semi, We call this black and white cat Semi-Socks, because there used to be two black and white cats, now I think there is only this one, who I'm pretty sure is a male.
While I was sick the rest of the group had an amazing fundraising yard sale. Sandi, Aaffien, Brenda, Tory, Anne and Connie all worked so hard. I hated not being a part of it. The great news is we raised a pretty good sum of money that we can use for vet bills. They add up so quickly. There are still a couple of males to neuter and you never know when a cat, like poor Ollie, will get sick or injured. I'm so fortunate to be part of a great group who all love these cats.

A slow news week

I am pleased to report that the last couple of weeks have been business as usual at the colony. Feeding, watering, fending off flies, clambering over boat trailers to get to the feeding station.

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.

Maggie has a home too

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.