Scump disappeared about 6 months later. Don’t know what happened to Scump. Cats are mysterious and they have all sorts of pecking orders and territorial pissings and cat rules and regulations as to who can go here and who can go there. In the 6 years I was in the Berkeley hills it seemed the male kittens generally left the scene when they became full-grown. Possibly because of some kind of tom cat instinct that compels them to roam freely. Whereas the female cats mostly remained in the area. Perhaps due to some female nesting instinct. I don’t know if this is inherent in cat behavior or what. My sample size of about 10 feral cats over 6 years wasn’t large enough to come to hard and fast conclusions.
I had to leave the hills for 3 months in 2009. So I gave a homeless friend of mine who camped on the other side of the hill about 2 months worth of cat food and asked him to feed them while I was gone. When I returned he had fallen in love with Scamp and adopted her. And he re-named Scimp “Moo Cat” and the name stuck.
Moo Cat and Scamp were similar in appearance. Except that Scamp had a half-face of white fur by her nose (compared to Moo Cat’s full white face). Which for some reason always gave Scamp, to me, this air of a cocky, jaunty French guy wearing a beret. If Moo Cat and Scamp were similar in appearance they were exact opposite in temperament. Scamp always had a self-assured, master-of-reality attitude. Like
Whereas Scamp always had a look of peace and serenity on her face. Just a very happy cat. Even after she was adopted by the other guy, she would regularly saunter down to my campsight in the afternoon to visit me. She’d always wait until my cats had left — a territorial thing I guess — before she’d pay me a surprise visit. Years later, long after I had stopped feeding her, she’d still pop in to say hello. With this look on her face that said: “I still remember you from when I was a kitten.”