|my very own feral kitty|
We've tried to name her different things, but Outside Kitty stuck. I doubt she'd want a human name anyway. We've been feeding her for maybe three years now. She plays pattycake with our two cats through the screen door and isn't scared of our dog. (nobody is scared of our dog) I'd love to bring her inside but I respect her autonomy. I worry about her in the winter. We have a small Dogloo for her, filled with comfy blankets, tucked close to the house. It keeps her out of the wind and warm, but I think she'd love to curl up by the fireplace. And I'd love to pet her, but I don't see that happening.
Feral cats have lived here as long as I can remember. I'd spend hours outside trying to befriend the kitties and catch a kitten; when that failed, I made them comfy beds out of my grandma's couch pillows. My grandma was awesome and let me do this because she knew how much I loved them.
Spreading the word about feral cats and kitties up for adoption is the least I can do right now. I'm not in a position to adopt or foster cats, but I can write about them! Hopefully I can educate Murray City about our neighborhood cats and find some cats homes. And in a few years, I can adopt twelve or fifteen of my own! :)