The orange cat who was lurking about for the past couple of weeks turned out to be two tiny cats, obviously siblings. One day, the cat on the right came up the the back door and started crying loudly, trying to get in. He turned out to be quite friendly and he let me give him a quick once over. He was super skinny. You could clearly feel the vertebrae and his sides were hollow. His coat was strawlike and very coarse. Of course I fed him. The next day, he came with his brother and I fed the two of them for a couple of weeks. They started to look healthier or at least less starving. The one on the right, who let me pet him started staying around here but the second cat, came and went. Then the brother just disappeared, leaving his brother here, alone. Our orange deck kitty would sit on our laps and purr and purr for as long as you'd let him. He'd cry at the door when he wanted food, water or just for some company. He'd sit on the windowsill all evening until it was too dark to see.
|Phil is another kitty who likes to sleep on wool blankets|
We never did figure out what animal was making the odd noises but it was just before the fox attacks, but we'll never know for sure. Phil's brother comes back once in a while but he is much more feral than our new baby. I guess in all this was a lucky week. Lucky in that so far we only seemed to have lost one chook in the fox attacks and lucky that a sweet, feral kitty chose us to save him.