I place food here and there on the rocks but cannot put down any dishes or paper. I do this on the sly and any litter would be a sure sign that someone was feeding these ferals. The truckers here don't like them and would be happy just to let them starve over the winter and be done with it. I usually put bread down and then the soft food. That way the ferals can eat their 'dish', too. The dry food is appreciated too, and when the cats leave, the crows finish it up.
This is Little Peek. I named the cat when I noticed it peeking through the grass waiting for me to get lost so it could come for the feast. This cat has been around for about a year now. I haven't seen the old male, Jack for weeks and most of the others I just catch a glimpse of them every once in awhile. Some I have not spotted in months. The rescues and shelter are aware of these cats but there is no trapping being done because there is no room for any of them, anywhere. All cat-related rescues are full to the top with very adoptable cats needing homes. No one wants to deal with ferals. They would be euthanized.
I have a cat in window for you today. Do you recognize him?
It's Optimus waiting for his cat-sitter to arrive.
Look at this face. Oh, he's a charmer. "Get in here, lady. I'm feeling faint from hunger." You'd think with 18 toes in the front he would figure out how to open those cans himself.
Once in, he poses for me and looks like this.
"Geez Louise", I'm ready to warm up his food, smother it in gravy and spoon-feed him while dangling a toy mouse in front of him just for his pleasure. I hear myself babbling on to him and hardly making a bit of sense. He has me acting like a love-struck teeni-bopper. Olivia and Vora look at each other and leave the room. "Turn your head....don't look in those eyes." Ahhhh....too late.
"Anything you want...you got it. Anything you need, you got it. Anything at all, you got it."
hugs, Deb
This is Little Peek. I named the cat when I noticed it peeking through the grass waiting for me to get lost so it could come for the feast. This cat has been around for about a year now. I haven't seen the old male, Jack for weeks and most of the others I just catch a glimpse of them every once in awhile. Some I have not spotted in months. The rescues and shelter are aware of these cats but there is no trapping being done because there is no room for any of them, anywhere. All cat-related rescues are full to the top with very adoptable cats needing homes. No one wants to deal with ferals. They would be euthanized.
I have a cat in window for you today. Do you recognize him?
It's Optimus waiting for his cat-sitter to arrive.
Look at this face. Oh, he's a charmer. "Get in here, lady. I'm feeling faint from hunger." You'd think with 18 toes in the front he would figure out how to open those cans himself.
Once in, he poses for me and looks like this.
"Geez Louise", I'm ready to warm up his food, smother it in gravy and spoon-feed him while dangling a toy mouse in front of him just for his pleasure. I hear myself babbling on to him and hardly making a bit of sense. He has me acting like a love-struck teeni-bopper. Olivia and Vora look at each other and leave the room. "Turn your head....don't look in those eyes." Ahhhh....too late.
"Anything you want...you got it. Anything you need, you got it. Anything at all, you got it."
hugs, Deb
