Just Trying to be Friendly

28Jun17

Every morning I feed the feral cats, I stretch out my hand so they can sniff. It is like Fluffy really wants to be friends, but she stays away because Bag has commanded her to. Bag is usually the one who keeps furthest away. This morning Bag came close enough to sniff my finger of my outstretched hand maybe an inch away. But then I reached in the cat food bag and he hid behind a tree.

They ate in peace, but I noticed Orange sitting regally behind a bush. His yellow eyes told me he was pissed. I gave him a bit of food, which he ignored. He eats much better at home than the cheap cat food I buy at the store. 

There used to be a white with black patches on his/her top side. One of those patches covers its right eye. I gave it the appropriate name of Patch. It’s like the little guy recognized its name immediately. Nevertheless, since starting this blog I haven’t seen it and I’m starting to worry. Feral cats have a short lifespan, one to two years. One of their biggest threats is eating rat poison, which is put out by the city when it gets hot. Patch would hang around the bushes by the sidewalk and beg me for food in such a pathetic way. I’m such a pushover, I’ll run back all the way upstairs to get him some even at the risk of missing the bus. I hope little Patch is okay.