It seems early this year but I am already seeing a change in the gardens I pass by on my daily walk with Kane.
The beautiful flowers are beginning to fade.
I saw these beauties as I turned a corner and was pleasantly surprised to see this kitty in the window.
This guy has just moved into the neighbourhood. If you notice on my sidebar, the cat in window photo was of a different one who lived in this house for years. They have moved on now and this ginger tabby rules the roost.
This little fella was out enjoying the Fall-like weather today. No window perching for this guy. He's a roamer and proud of it.
I haven't mentioned the ferals that I feed for awhile. That's because I haven't seen one since mid-July; until tonight. I still feed them nightly whether I see them or not and while I was heading home I decided to go back and see if any of them had shown up since the food had been placed in their regular spot. I was worried about one in particular that was showing up every night for a long time. Not a one was at the food. As I was leaving for the second time I looked over at a building across from the lot. There stood a cat, maybe six months old, alone and watching me. I drove into the lot and the cat stayed still. Not until I stepped out of the car did it run toward the wooded area. I had more soft and dry food so I left some on a bag where it had been sitting. Before I got into the car it came back and went straight for the food. It was famished and ate while keeping one eye on me the whole time. I could ask a thousands questions about this cat but with ferals (or possibly an abandoned cat) it's all just a big mystery. I'll watch for it again. I found myself asking "why me, Lord?" but I've been asking that for years. My heart just breaks for these little waifs. At least this little tummy is full for tonight.
(from inside the car and a distance away)
