Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas to the Famous Fast Food Ferals, who are now only a scant less-than-handful number of felines on a property slated for a bulldozer. The only question is, when, and by whom. The grapevine tells me there is still some amount of time, but I am looking to shift them to either an adjacent property, or to my farm. It would be best for them to remain, so when new cats show up, they are neutered or adopted out. If the cats come to my farm, and feeding stops downtown, the problem will start all over again at the local fast food restaurants because no one is keeping an eye on the area.
It is a lonely walk now, with the lumber yard closed. I have to park across the street at the hotel because the parking lot for the lumber yard is no longer plowed. But so far no one bothers us, and my phone number is on the cat shelters, should someone have a concern. Only three cats appear to still live here, and only one, Vannie, is an original from six years ago.
Stay warm, guys. Stay safe. We'll figure out what to do for you.
Post note: Speaking of cats on the farm, I noticed cat tracks and a scratch pile in the front yard last night, so tonight I put out a bowl of cat food. It hadn't been out there ten minutes than this little guy showed up:
I was sitting watching him crunch daintily away, when a very large orange cat stalked up the front steps. The possum stared at him a moment and then wisely backed away. The possum watched awhile from ten feet away, then took refuge in the cat shelter I have on the porch. Mr. Orange ate for about twenty minutes, got spooked, ran off, then returned. He's out there now. I won't try for a photo, because I don't want to scare him away.
He's a very big boy.