No sign of the kitten or Gilly last night. Not that that means anything bad has happened. I don’t believe we’re the only place feeding at this point. Brian saw Gilligan yesterday morning (Brian was leaving the house early and was up long before I and he fed Gilly and KittyMeeze).
The cat I assume to be female and a mama hasn’t let me touch her since Sunday night. She’s been by every night, but won’t get close to the food if I’m sitting there. She must have been mighty hungry Sunday.
This morning, a little after seven, it was light out and the cats who were sitting on the patio and on the lawn were watching the same area of the fence. Curious, I went to see what it was and Jackson was chasing something that was on the fence. It was the pretty cat of the past few nights. Since we’ve never gotten Jackie fixed (I have scars on my arms from him, I will not grab him ever again), I can only assume he smelled a girl in heat.
I wonder if she was trying to get into the yard. She does that, she’s toast. *lol* Well, not toast, but she’ll be in our own little verson of the roach motel. The next time she leaves the premises, it will be in a carrier headed for the vet to get spayed.
Keep your fingers crossed the little guy shows up again.
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