Wonderful that you’re feeding the stray cat. Makes a big difference in their survival. Get a picture if you can!!!
I saw a mother with growing kittens in the yard in winter and left the back porch door open. Then we found her dead there. I was highly motivated to capture her kittens and finally did. We kept them through their lives, but they never became friendly. They were totally devoted to one another and wanted nothing to do with human beings. The last one followed his brother fairly quickly. Heartbreaking.
We took in the neighbor’s cat because it kept escaping their house and showing up in a snowdrift in front of ours. Finally I stopped returning it. They would occasionally come over to visit her.
Paul is putting bologna out in the garage as a guide to figuring out if a cat actually goes in there now. Bologna gone, we assume cat. Bologna still there? Sigh.
I thought someone might take up residence in the cat house we put on the feeding table, but none did. So I use it to protect food from snow and rain. I throw bread and catfood into the house, and leave the birdseed and peanuts and bologna out on the table. Then I keep a broom and a shovel by the feeding window and keep the table clear through the night when it snows. But this year everyone seems to be hibernating except the smallest possum.
Baloney? I didn’t know cats liked bologna.
It is heartbreaking to see the strays isn’t it?. Bless you for taking care of so many.
Before we moved out here, I had the best little stray show up. He was completely feral, I couldn’t even touch him. It took about two years for him to quit running off when I just open the door. He was such a good cat! I had an outside cat that was constantly getting beat up by the neighborhood bullies. This cat would protect him, he would go and fight the neighborhood boys and make them leave. And he and Max were best of friends. They won’t even sleep in the same house together. We had two houses outside, that were insulated and her blankets. I guess I only needed one! I name Tim seven only because the vet made me give him a name. I told him he was a stray that they needed something to put on his chart. But I got him fixed, got them shots, that was an event. I had to trap them to bring him in there the first time and I could never trap him again. And then we got the little Yorky, it was just amazing. And the Yorky would play! They would chase each other back-and-forth. The Yorky would chew on his years and pull his tail and make them cry. I’m in seven had had enough he would just hold Cooper down. But he wouldn’t use his claws and Cooper never even yelped. Then he would let them go and Cooper would jump up like saying that was fun do it again.
Sadly, seven got sick. The vet said it was some kind of muscular problem. He just got skinnier and skinnier and had more and more injuries. I knew he was really sick when he let me pick him up and bring him into the vet. It was only four. I was trying to figure out a way to bring him out here with us but I sadly didn’t need to do that.