Pictures of My Week
This is Sammie. She’s one of the ferals who feed here. I’ve been feeding four ferals daily since October 2007. Sammie was tiny back then and rarely seen until late November. I guess her mum thought she was too little to come out and feed until then. She’s just about full size now. She’s also quite shy. Her curiosity brings her near my feet but she’s not brave enough to come any closer. See the picture below? That’s her mum, Marta, sitting in the cool garden on a very hot afternoon.
Phoebe and Daphne are the rest of my feral clan. Sorry about the pictures, I took them on the mobile on the night-time setting. They’re not really blue-they’re grey tabbies. Phoebe is cute, curious, and full of piss and vinegar. She approaches me, growling all the way, until a half meter away then mewls pitifully until I toss her a treat. Daphne is Phoebe’s mum and is terrified of humans. Daphne is a round faced cobby-bodied lady. She looks like a story-book cat, doesn’t she?
I’ve been pretty much confined indoors with bad allergies lately so The Husband has taken over feeding the ferals. He wasn’t as delighted with them as me but once he’d fed them once and got to see their personalities he was hooked. Phoebe is that close to taking food from his hand-she gets near enough then swats the treat out and catches it mid-air. I want to be jealous. After all, it took me months to get them comfortable enough to come when I brought out the food, then he helps for a week and just like that, they’re old friends. I can’t be jealous though-he’s having such fun with them.
We had a huge thunder storm the other day. Thunder shook the ground, right up from the basement into my feet. There was an exciting lightning show and even hail-lots of hail.
And then the rainbow. Rainbows, really, there were two full arcs and the bottom arc kept repeating its colours underneath.
