The feral cats are getting bigger and bolder. They are getting so well fed these days that they now refuse to eat any tinned cat food.
When we first started to feed them, they would eat anything, scrambling madly for the food, even knocking each other out of the way. Now they sniff the food first – if it’s chicken or ham or some such feast they eat it. If it’s anything out of a tin, except for tuna or sardines, they sniff disdainfully, throw me a withering look and amble away, insulted.
I still think they are amazing. Hubby still doesn’t. He thinks they should be thankful for every morsel that they get. As you can probably tell from that, he doesn’t know a lot about cats!
I told hubby I was in the garden shooting the cats and that I got some lovely shots. Hubby said he would be delighted if that was the case. My four year old son got upset until I explained that Daddy was only joking and I was actually taking shots with my camera! Tee Hee!