In other news, I've been feeding an orange tabby cat that has been hanging around near our front door, in the hopes of encouraging him to get close enough that I can pet him, and perhaps take him to a vet with a view toward adopting him. We even named him Fireball. Right before we left for TCEP, however, we learned from our neighbors that Fireball isn't a he. She's a she, and she recently had kittens in a hole near the wall of our house. (I'd seen the hole, but I didn't realize that it was a cat that had made it.) They haven't seen anything of the kittens since shortly after the birth--bad news for them, probably. :-(
So Fireball was just using me to get enough food for her litter; she's not really interested in us after all. I feel a bit betrayed, illogical though that sounds.
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Heh. You may wind up providing more than food, if some of the kittens survived. The momma may decide you're trustworthy and leave one or more there.
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I filled the feeder when we came home, and when I got up this morning, the feeder and water dish were both knocked over and empty. Which makes me suspect that at this point I may be feeding the whole family. If only they'd let me see all of them!