Tag Archives: feral
October Thirtieth; No Need to Fear
Finally. This morning I went out to feed the now not so stray cats. Itty Bitty has been with us for months now but was still keeping her distance. She would watch as the half grown kittens would come close … Continue reading
September Eighteenth; Food For Thought, Food For All
Not one of mine. Months ago, I saw three feral cats on my back steps. I tagged them the Three Mousekateers. Then I came to believe there might actually be four of them. Fast forward to now, two of the … Continue reading
March Seventh; And the Word of the Day is Thaw
I’m sitting here watching one of the feral cats attack a clump of grass in the back yard. I’m not sure what that grass may have done, but the cat is sure teaching it a lesson. One of the other … Continue reading
Day Sixty-four; Footnotes of You’ll Not Beat Me
Last night I asked my son to get the stove pipe off the wood stove. I knew it needed to be cleaned out because the stove wasn’t drafting properly. I told him that if he would take it off, I … Continue reading
Here kitty kitty…trust me okay?
So, yeah, it appears I have become the reluctant cat lady. Reluctant because I do not have the means to take care of them as they need. Reluctant because I don’t want to get attached only for them to disappear … Continue reading
Day Thirty-seven; Footnotes of a Winter Night
Today was quiet. I didn’t get to read anything other than my fellow bloggers talents. I had no plans of going anywhere today, just taking it easy here, watching the cats outside and trying to create amazing work to … Continue reading
Footnotes of January Sixteen, Where are the cats?
I didn’t see the kitten expecting kittens (maybe) today. I kept watching for her, but only saw the growing black with the tiny white spot cat. It visited a couple times looking for food. I’ll admit that late in the … Continue reading
January Fifteenth, Breaking the Cycle
I’m sitting here, in a warm, comfortable home, somewhere in here lurks our crazy cat. In a warm, dry home where she can stretch out or curl up as the mood strikes. There is always food and water available. That … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 