Kitty. And kitty, kitty, kitty.
We’ve seen a scrawny, feral cat in our yard on and off for a few weeks, drinking out of our birdbath, and I’ve been debating if I should put food out because it looked SO, so skinny. I resisted in large part because I figured I’d end up just feeding skunks and raccoons and not the cat.
BUT, she just showed up with at least three kittens in tow (it was hard to count them because they stayed under cover for the most part). Time for food and traps. Sigh.








