Catty Patty and her brother Garfield are still living well out back in the garage. And their grandmother Nasty Mom never misses a meal here.

After the past winter I just don't know why some cats have disappeared after doing so well for some years. I understand that "feral" is a tough trip but I did my best to keep a lot of outside cats in the best condition I could.

In the house the huge tom Trouble is eleven years old this week and he follows me around a lot with his tail straight up in happiness and is always looking for hugs and pettings and rubs. His mother Mister Mittens likes to nap in my recliner but spends most nights now downstairs scrunched up against the bride.

Didn't Bosco routinely jumped over the fence in back of the garage? Maybe one wander too many. Shiloh was a loved and well cared for "house" cat before passing at a"young age" for a house cat free of terminal illnesses. Genetics must apply to felines like they do to humans.

Interestingly Shiloh's brother - adpted by my daughter- who looked just like shiloh also passed away relatively young at 9 years old.

All I have left now to feed are Garfield, Catty Patty and their grandmother Nasty Mom.