First off, let us be clear about one thing: This is not our cat. More about Sweet Teese to come.
While we were on hiatus and away from the Internets, Mom finished her long, three year project of removing yards and yards of extra dirt from around Colehaus. The extra dirt came from years of decomposed bark mulch of which she used to be a huge fan. No one tells you you’re actually adding mountains of future dirt to your plot of land, dirt that will rot fences and foundations, slide down to cover sidewalks and bury plants and bushes and choke tree trunks. And the bark slivers embedded under the skin! *shudders*
Along the way however, earthworms will love it and earthworms are much appreciated around here. The native soil has vastly improved away the original century-old, overused cow pastureland, to workable and almost loamy in spots. Roots are protected from drying out and from freezing completely in the winter. Weeds are suppressed (for the most part), and bark mulch adds a finished look to the beds that would otherwise be sun-hardened, clay-packed dirt.
Mom asks, “But did we need so much of it?” No.
Enough yard work babbling. On to the interesting stuff, already!
Did we mention this is not our cat? Yes? Okay, good. Just wanted that to be clear.
Old Happy is still around and looking better every day. We are certain she is partially blind and mostly deaf and we feel so lucky to be able to provide food and a safe haven for her…
… especially because Happy is a four times over grandmother this year! Say hi to great, great, great granddaughter Patches and her three babies.
We’d wondered if we’d see babies this year. Mom had noticed a raccoon that had ratty-looking fur with a section missing on her back hanging around during daytime hours over a month ago, which means nothing but can also mean it’s a pregnant female looking for extra food to help supplement her diet. So far, we’ve been right five years running!
Patches is a gentle mama and her babies are roly-poly fur balls. And yes, Mom keeps forefront in her mind these are wild animals. She’d never stick her fingers out there, no matter what.
The new-ish kitty with the pretty fur is still coming around occasionally and still just as elusive as ever. We’ve yet to get within thirty feet of him and we’re not sure if that’s ever going to change. We don’t know that it is a him, exactly. We’re just running with the notion that it is, kind of like running with scissors – we know we shouldn’t but sometimes the thrill of doing so gets the best of us.
Here’s someone new, walking along the back fence. Um, no mistaking what gender he is.
And another visiting boy cat. Yes, it’s a he and he’s marking our back bushes as his. Thanks, gray guy.
This boy showed up about a month ago and while his fur doesn’t look bad, he is every bit as skittish as any feral we’ve come to know. We’re also wildly happy to report he’s staying, on and off, in one of the feral shelters (Spitty’s Place), and seems to really like it.
Notice his round face and beefy jowls? That apple-shaped head is usually a sign he’s unneutered. Thankfully, there doesn’t seem to be many females around; non-spayed females, that is, but that won’t stop Mom from trying to gain his trust. Perhaps a snip might be in his future. And a name, too. Let’s call him… Mac.
We’ve got more to report but this post has already gone long so, we’ll save some things for later. In the meanwhile, here’s some photos from around the garden. Thank you for visiting us and reading!
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Previously on Colehaus Cats: