I can only wonder sometimes what Keef is thinking when he’s looking at me.
The ever-tense, ever-alert Blondie
Keef the feral cat.
“Hey, what the hell is that feral cat doing eating our food??!”
“That damn Feral Tom is really starting to get on my nerves,” says Blondie.
Feral Tom in full cat burglar mode. Lurking in the background, as usual.
Feral Tom, making his move. . . . Feral Tom has survived in the woods for years, living on mice, squirrel, birds and whatever else he can hunt. Feral Tom is living proof that feral cats can survive, and even thrive, in certain environments. . . . Feral Tom usually waits in the background for my cats to finish eating before he sneaks up and scarfs down whatever food is leftover. For some reason Feral Tom is not accepted by my cats. They howl and hiss at him every time he shows up — this eerie, high-pitched gutteral wail that translates into English as: “We don’t like you! Go away before we kill you!”
“Free food and a warm blanket to sleep on. Yeah, this set-up is AOK with me.”
Time to leave the secret world of feral cats and go off to rejoin human civilization.