There is a blogger I love to read. Her name is Rachel Mankowitz. She writes the Cricket Pages. Not too long ago she wrote a beautiful story about the last feral cat in her building and another about a squirrel. I mentioned in a comment to one of her stories that I have a lovely neighbor who takes an early morning walk each day with one of our newest feral cats. It took weeks but I was finally outside at the same time they were and I was able to snap a few photos.
Lucy is in her late 80’s. She recently lost her last inside cat (at one time she had five). I asked her if she wanted me to bring home a kitten from the Humane Society but she said no. She said that she was afraid any cat she brought home would outlive her and that wasn’t fair. Just about that time a new feral cat showed up on the property. Someone must have dropped him on our property because his ear was already tipped when he arrived. (Eartipping is the universal sign of an altered feral cat).
On this particular morning I was walking my dog Trixie towards Lucy’s building. She was coming down the street alone, looking for the black cat. We found him on the side of the building walking back towards where we were standing. We said our good byes and Lucy and her little friend continued their walk back towards her building where he stands guard by her front door when he is not out exploring.