Project Cat

Sometimes things take a turn you'd never expect. The good news is that Beatrice's mom successfully found Percy! Hurray! Then she n...

The whole time that Sir Percy was at his first foster home, he tried valiantly to get out the front door, occasionally getting as far as the...

The friend who was fostering Sir Percy brought him back to my place this evening, which has upset all the cats-- the ones who live here perm...

Yeah, yeah, I thought I was out of this business, too. But alas... as long as people are still idiots who dump their pets, soft-hearted peop...

The colony is going to be cared for by a friend for a few days while I'm out of town, so I thought I'd give you a quick update.  M...

aka, my arch nemesis. I came home this evening to find Pigpen downstairs eating some dry food.  I walked towards her, to see if I could ta...

Wow, I really am fairly terrible at keeping this blog up to date.  My sincere apologies! I would like to blame my camera or my internet conn...

I'm doing laundry-- why, you may wonder, is this relevant to a blog about feral cats?  Well, for two reasons, actually.  First, because ...

When I left this morning to go to a meeting, Tig(g)er was curled up across from my door.  He has, evidently, forgiven me for his sojourn in ...

To the left, Mistoffolees.  A picture taken on Saturday, actually.  It's completely unrelated, since he wasn't trapped this time, bu...