Skulk skulk skulk

[vr_trakowski]

I seem to have ferals again.  Two fluffy tux kits and the delicately gorgeous dilute tortie that's been around off and on over the past year.  Every time I think they're gone they pop up again. 

Tonight, I also saw the rather large (for a feral) Siamese I've seen once before.  He (?) may be a mix, but I don't think so.  I also don't think he's a true feral--my guess is lost or dumped.  

He won't come near me, but he was some distance away looking hungrily at the others eating, so I put out some of the same dry food for him, and as soon as I was far enough away he went for it.  So I came back with a can of food, and put it in the same place, and not only did he not do more than retreat, he kept looking from the canned food he was devouring to me.  He was thinking.  

I am more worried about him.  The others are long-hairs; even if he is a feral, his coat is no match for the wind tonight. 

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[bmp.livejournal.com]

neurotic is a better term, hee hee. They're very vocal, they only like one or two people, and they have a penchant for turning up in odd places. The vet named ours the "cockroach kitty" because of the places she could squeeze herself into. Sadly, she ran away from her caretaker while we were on vacation once. It's just as well - it was illegal to have her on the college campus and since joining the navy we've moved around a lot. And, now we have human children to care for :) Still, I yearn for the day when we're out of the navy, settled into a more permanent home, and the kids are much older. Then to volunteer at the SPCA/Humane Society until my own special one comes through the door!

[vr-trakowski.livejournal.com]

Heh, I can imagine! A friend of mine has a rescue Siamese who is much less intense than one might expect, but he's a complete sweetheart.