I was leaving our driveway one day and noticed some movement in the weeds. When I investigated I found two tiny black kittens. With a little cajoling and some canned cat food Loretta and I got them into traps. We brought them into the house, planning to determine their ages the best we could, arrange
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How did we wind up caring for so many cats? It seems like we should have somehow, some way, been able to take evasive action. We certainly didn’t move up here to Dry Creek Hill planning to tend a cat colony. So, what happened? First, remember that we may have dealt with 78 cats during
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It’s been more than 18 years since we came to Dry Creek Hill and saw our first feral cat. We’ve known and named 78 cats in those years–you’ve met all the colony cats in previous posts. We trapped, neutered, and cared for all of them that allowed it. For those who say TNR does not
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These 3 black cats were visitors to our feral cat colony but they never became permanent residents. Anyone who has been around black cats knows that it can be hard to tell them apart at a distance and we were initially uncertain if there were 2 or 3 of these guys. Time and repeated visits
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Thomas was another wandering cat who hung around our feral cat colony yet never took the step of joining. Although he was comfortable with the colony residents and got along with everyone he seemed uninterested in settling down. He was particularly shy if he saw us or thought he was being observed. The name Thomas
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We saw a few of the visitors to our feral cat colony only a time or two. We never knew where they came from or where they went, but the woods were full of feral cats when we started our trap, neuter, and release efforts. With time and work, these visits by strangers diminished. We
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Wandering male cats were attracted to our colony, sometimes by the food and sometimes by the hope of feminine companionship. They found reliable food but their hopes for lady friends were dashed if they were after anything more than a platonic relationship. All the females in the colony had been spayed as a part of
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While bringing in the hummingbird feeders at dusk I caught some movement in my peripheral vision and was surprised to see a Ringtail on the roof of our shed. I’d never seen one here but the Texas Hill Country seems to be part of their natural territory. He (or she, who knows?) quickly jumped into
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Our feral cat colony was a magnet for wandering souls. It was an oasis in times of drought, a reliable cafe when food was scarce, and a place to make new friends if you were nice, knew your place, and those friends would have you. Goldy wandered into our clearing one day and gradually wormed
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Limpy Larry hobbled out of the woods and into our clearing a few months after we last saw Larry. At first we thought Larry had returned from a long ramble, a little worse for wear. After some observation we realized that this limping guy was darker than Larry. But the reaction of Harley and the
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