Every morning when I come down into the kitchen my feral friends are waiting on the window sill to greet me. That’s what I like to tell myself, though I know it’s more likely they are looking for breakfast! The first thing I do, before I even put on the kettle or start to prepare food for the humans, is fill their bowls. And then I watch, as they hungrily fill their tummies.
Speaking of food and tummies, on my return from a short break away the other week, Dolly finally allowed me to meet her kittens. They are ready for solid food now, so Mummy brought them to the willing source. Me!
Back in April, after failing miserably, yet again, to trap her in order to have her neutered, she disappeared. She was heavily pregnant at that stage so I knew she had gone off to give birth somewhere. I followed her to see if I could find out where she was keeping them but she was too quick and too clever for me. She was also too quick and too clever for my neighbours. Our only option was to wait patiently until she decided to introduce us.
Claire Hegarty B lives in Ireland with her husband, son and adopted feral cats. She is on a career break from her job in Tourism to care for her son and mother. In her spare time she likes to write, pet-sit and practice yoga. She writes four blogs, one of which is to showcase the feral cats she cares for and to highlight the plight of their peers.
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