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!

Bio:

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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