Feeding my feral cats has turned into a bizarre ritual. . .
I put out some food for Micro Scaredy down by the creek, and she managed to eat about a third of it before she got run off by Mini Scaredy. . . So in order to ditch Mini Scaredy I pretended like I was walking back up to my campsite. Mini Scaredy followed me and then darted past me to get back to my campsite. When she was out of view I made a sudden U-turn and snuck back down to the creek. Where I was able to feed Fatty her breakfast in peace. Fatty got her food and Micro Scaredy’s leftover food. So she really scored.
You gotta wake up pretty early in the morning to out-smart a feral cat.