When I saw a little cat hanging around the house last month something prompted me to go and get a bag of food and welcome it to my porch. Although I am very much a “dog” person, the idea of having a cat come by to share a morning cup of coffee seemed somehow calming and ideal. I was about two weeks into feeding her in the morning and evening, getting her to eat from my hand and stay a little bit, when one morning something unexpected happened.
Yes, two of the tiniest cutest little faces on the planet came around the corner with her. I immediately knew that I was in for a challenge. They couldn’t come in and be inside kitties because three dogs, a bird, and two feral kittens would be too much for me. I couldn’t bear take them to a county shelter to face their death due to overcrowding. I definitely couldn’t become the block cat lady where these cats would breed and create 50 cats before I knew it.