Tending a feral cat colony puts you in an awkward position. Your long-term goal is stopping the explosion of new cats and kittens. You live for the day that the population stabilizes and begins to decrease. But when a new mother emerges from the forest with a litter of kittens in tow you find yourself saying, “Aren’t they pretty!” and working to integrate the newcomers into the colony. You make sure fresh food and water is available and forget that this means more mouths to feed and another round of trapping and neutering.
Cody and Callie (two of Grable’s kittens) were quick to meet other colony members. They wasted no time in coming down the hill to the food bowls, no matter who else might be getting a snack or a drink at that moment. Cody was often in the lead but sister Callie was always right behind, willing to help out.
In this case, Cody and Callie found Scamper, one of the most docile and shy members of the larger colony, at the bowls. Scamper seemed puzzled and amused by the interlopers, but brave Callie was willing to join the battle.
Both Callie and Scamper looked back and realized that Cody was taking advantage of their discussion by grabbing a quick bite. Shy Scamper soon surrendered the territory and left the food for the victorious new arrivals.
Callie’s markings were unusual. She was a blue-eyed white cat, like many in our colony, but she had calico ears. She was bad at posing for photos, but look carefully at her ears and you can see the orange and brown. Whether that made her a legal tri-color calico is open to debate, but we gave her the benefit of the doubt with her name.
- The View From Dry Creek Hill
- The Moon Is Down