Stephan took this picture yesterday of me planting flowers on Varda's (cat in sig pic) grave, seven months or so after we buried her.
We've certainly gotten used to being a one-cat household, though we continue to care for our feral family and await the birth of two Burmese kittens any time now.Shasta, the boldest of the feral cats, now always comes to the door for a back scratch before I put food in their bowl. Sometimes, he even purrs a little. Today, I picked him up and put him in my lap. He jumped down right away, but didn't claw me or anything. Meanwhile his brother, Shankar, hisses and swipes his paw at me and at Shasta. He doesn't want anyone thinking he's a tame cat! The two females, the wildest of the lot, will now come within about three feet of me and won't run away if I look at them.Yesterday, a little kitten showed up we had never seen before. It was quite wary, and Maddie and Shankar hissed at it, but I got it to come relatively close to me and eat some food out of a bowl. If I looked at it directly or made any move toward it, it ran away. Stephan said later he saw Shasta with the kitten, pretending to pounce on it and trying to make friends, then showing it around the yard. I was hoping to see the kitten again today, but haven't so far. It may have gotten lost and then found its way back to its own cat family.In other news, I'm working hard to get my TNEO critiques finished up and still manage to hopefully take a day and go canoeing this week, if the weather is right.