I like seeing photos of feral cats. They live wild and survive but die forgotten. Like our own ancestors and all the creatures (human and animal) on the planet before us. They seldom get photographed. So, it is nice to have some evidence of their existence, a way to keep them remembered.
Source of quote and photos: Todd Tripp
I went back to look for the feral colony today. They were not there, and their bag of food was not there. I’m hoping they got into homes.
I did see this fella I call “Old Man” elsewhere. I was worried about him last time I saw him, as that left eye was in pretty bad shape. He looks scarred there now; I’m guessing it’s a duelling scar.
He had company today in this little queen. And three kittens. One hid under wooden steps. Another kept to the side. A third looked sickly.