The third member of Boots’ litter inherited a prominent feature that was impossible to overlook – his white-tipped feet were a miniature version of his mother’s white boots. We had…
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Feral Cat Fridays: In The Footsteps Of Boots
I introduced Boots quite a while back as one the most prickly, touchy members of the colony. But Boots was a surprisingly good mother. Her daughter Sherman inherited Boots’ “take…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: There’s No Doubt She’s Motley
It was surprisingly easy to identify most of the cats in our colony, but if there was one cat we were guaranteed to recognize, it was Motley. Motley was a…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Fuzz On Your Tux? No Problem!
When Harley appeared with her first litter we were debating how to confront our feral cat explosion. Harley must have known we were investigating trap, neuter, release (TNR) programs. She…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays, One Day Late: Sporty
Anyone who is around members of a motorcycle club quickly learns 2 things: Bikers are loyal to their club and they can be even more loyal to their bike. The…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Stoney Assumes Command
Last week I introduced Stoney, a cat who grew into the role of the feral cat colony’s gentle ruler. Stoney seemed destined for a leadership role from his early days…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Meet Mr. Stoney
I’ve mentioned Stoney several times because he was such a pivotal member of the feral cat colony that he pops up in the sketches of many other colony members. Stoney…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Is That Mosby or MiniMosby?
You’ve all met MiniMo so it’s time to meet her mother and namesake, Mosby. Mosby was born to Mama in the early days, before we accepted that we needed to…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Meet Mr. Wally – You’ll Be Glad You Did
I’m sure we’ve all known someone we would describe as a “real nice guy” (or gal) but when pressed for details we’d have trouble saying much more. They were always…
Read moreFeral Cat Fridays: Camo Keeps His (Or Her) Secret
Back in the early days of our cat-wrangling Mama wasn’t Mama. She was just a gray tabby that wandered into the yard, drew our sympathy, and stayed. She became Mama…
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