I haven't seen Ginger in two days. She is the sister of the lost sweet Emily and the daughter of Nasty Mom. I understand that feral cats have a tough job just to stay alive but the crew out back and nearby all got trapped, neutered and returned at some considerable expense to the wife and me in the spring. Three cats were taken off the street to be house cats at my hovel in 2010. I can't save them all and I can't keep feral cats from going missing now and again.
The huge tom Sad Face is not in this photo but he doesn't live here and he caught a great breakfast this morning. He sat and moaned a bit while letting me pet his skull, ears and shoulders. He's a large wild-animal street cat but he has never hissed or flashed a fang or a claw at me. Even after I got him trapped and castrated.
Up top at the platters is Nasty Mom, Bosco and Bristol. And yeah around the stainless steel "Great Dane" feed dish with his tail straight up in happiness and peace (always) is Garfield, Tuxedo and Catty Patty.
