It makes me proud

I've been trying to get my system back to normal after that stressful month, and just enjoying our family.   The PTSD is settling down a bit but our door and window paranoia remains, that may never go away, but at least it's starting to feel like a bad dream.  Those 32 days that Buddy was gone made me crazy.

Buddy having a much deserved rest

Buddy with his pal Blinky

I did trap a female cat in Rosedale last week, there's still some work to do there, but everyone fixed is a good thing.  We took in some kittens to THS on Friday and on Tuesday I went by on my lunchhour just to check in, I was happy to see that two were already in adoptions, and as I was there, a lovely young woman came along and adopted one of them.  It was great to be able to thank her and explain where the kittens had come from, I always wish I knew the background of some of mine.

There were quite a few kittens at THS but they almost all had hold for adoption.  I left feeling proud that I had helped in a small way to ensure that these kittens, and all the other ones I've rescued, didn't have to grow up to live outside and instead were going to loving homes.  No matter where a homeless and/or feral cat lives, or how well it's cared for, it's still a hard life.

At the colony, after not seeing him for weeks, I'm seeing Morris again, and occasionally Penny, so it's just Clara who I haven't seen since the beginning of May.  Bonnie seems to have joined the dumpster gang, smart move on her part, the ones who have buddies and come to eat when we arrive definitely do better.

Today is a rare day when the only cats I have to feed are my own!