It’s been raining for the last 3 days so I haven’t been at my campsite. There was a brief respite last night, so I thought I’d chance it. My two feral cats — Moo Cat and Blondie — had been patiently waiting for me for 3 days at the foot of the trail to my campsite.
When I got within fifty yards of them I heard Moo Cat off in the distance in the darkness, making this loud, wailing, meowing sound. Sort of desperate and hopeful sounding at the same time. Like: “IS THAT REALLY YOU?? WE’RE OVER HERE!! FEED US!! FEED US!!”
I called back the sounds I usually make around them so she’d recognize it was me: “BIG FAT CAT!! COME AND GET YOUR FUD!!”
I broke out two big cans of catfood and a big bag of leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. Which they gobbled down eagerly.
I slept peacefully (aside from one weird dream) for 4 hours until the rain woke me up at 2 in the morning. I quickly packed up my campsite and fled in the general direction of civilization. And here I am.