All of our fall regulars come to the feeders. We have also picked up two more yellow tabbies. So the list grew from Arthur and Romeo to Galahad to Percy to Cleo to a new smaller one who meows at us now and then. The others don't speak. Arthur (gray and white big guy) will rub against our legs and likes our company but startles easily and wanders quickly. Percy (lighter yellow tabby) will sit at the edge of the garden while we put food in the feeders and we can talk to him without him bolting. Galahad (rusty medium yellow tabby with gold eyes) only comes after we've gone inside. He's constantly on the alert. The new smaller yellow tabby sits in our window-well and I talk to him from inside the basement. He runs if we're outside. We haven't named him yet. But we will soon.
Taking care of the furry crew, besides our 3 inside rescued cats, prevents cabin fever even when the temperature is 5 degrees. The day Arthur sunned himself on our bank it was 15 degrees. Yet he acted as if it was 60! I actually stood in the sun talking to him for a while until my fingers went numb. We leave the sun porch attached to our basement open, but I don't think anybody takes advantage of that shelter. They seem to have someplace to go every evening. We have seen more than one dash under our neighbor's porch. I'm able to photograph them from a window and with the zoom lens and catching personal appearances now and then, I can see how they are faring. Amazingly they all look healthy.
I'm hoping when spring comes, they will get used to our presence a little more. Maybe then they won't run. Maybe then they'll realize they can trust us.
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