I have decided not to get another pet after Nimbus dies...which will be the first time since I was two that I will have not pets. I wonder if another kitty has different plans, though.
A couple of weeks after we returned from England I saw a grey and white cat sitting by the bird feeder. Hmmmm....smart cat, I thought...but I really did not want to be party to luring prey for it by feeding the birds. My solution, of course, feed the kitty. I took a bowl of Nimbus's hard food (she had snubbed it and would not care) and set it by the garage. The cat disappeared as soon as I opened the back door. I kept watch to see if the cat would return...and of course, it came a couple of hours later and chowed down the food leaving an empty bowl.
|Monk eating some food|
Things seemed to be going along fine. The birds would visit the feeders and bathe in the bird baths and fly into the trees when the cat appeared for her meal. I decided this kitty was a female only because it seems most feral cats are and often brings litters of kittens with them. My goal was to catch her, take her to the vet for shots and spaying, and then release her. So far I have not been able to get near this kitty and I don't want to try to trap her when the weather is so cold.
When we began having below zero days, Ray made a place for her in the shed. We also got a heated house for her and heated bird bath so there would be water for her (and the birds) during these cold days.
|Heated house for Monk and the grackles|
|Monk drinking water from heated birdbath|
Of course, the kitty does not know her name...and she might even be a he...and she might even belong to a neighbor...but I don't think so...she has not trust for humans. Maybe she will begin to trust me...but if not...I will be satisfied with watching her from my kitchen window.