My husband has been taking on our outdoor cat feeding duty lately, but his back was too far gone today.  So I got a turn.

They were waiting.

They were almost friendly.   One even let me touch her. The big one we thought was pregnant.  She has just been fixed, thanks to my brother.

One, however, was a bit more shy.

I’m told the cats have come from my brother’s place, up the road.  They have made themselves at home in the two old dog houses we’ve got in the yard. Food. Water. Shelter.  What more could a semi-feral cat ask for?