I just heard that Mama Kitty, one of the matriarchs of the shed cats, died; she also injured her tail this week.
Butler and his sister Dark Lady showed up after dinner Wednesday night. He was still moving slowly. I put him where I knew he would be safe from predators and from getting lost last night. This morning, he was able to find the water and drink some, but eating was too much. I could feel him purring as he sat on my lap after I picked him up.
It rained in the morning two days last week. Butler did not show up for breakfast either day. When he finally showed up for dinner on Friday, he was very weak and had lost weight; I don't know if he had eaten at all during those two days. I put him in a dog carrier (alone in the days, with his mother Smudge at night) for protection from the coyotes (one came past the hay pen during dinner on Tuesday), but his condition did not improve. He had trouble breathing through his stuffy nose; it was as if he had something blocking his throat. He seemed to know what food and water were, but was not interested in food and could not take much water.
Parker was a little late for breakfast, and she did not want me to take ticks off her. When I tried, she scratched my hands a little. She eventually went down the hill, and I followed her to give her some breakfast because she hadn't had any. She did not cover up like she would have had she been using a litter box.
I did not see him for the next couple of days.
I was a little late and did not see Parker this morning. Mama came up along the road and walked back to the gate with me. Rico wanted some water. I took ticks off of Rico's ear and Truffles's whiskers.
On April 26th, I was a little late and did not see Parker that morning. Mama came up along the road and walked back to the gate with me. Rico wanted some water. I took ticks off of Rico's ear and Truffles's whiskers.
Thursday morning (19): Parker and Dark Lady by the hay bales; Mama, Axel, and Inky close to the old house. Still no Juan, Pretty Grey Cat, Blackie (with kittens), or Butler, hélas.
The morning of 8 March, I went out to the shed early, and Butler spent a good deal of time on my lap.
Parker was the first cat to move across the road. I saw her sleeping on the old hay bales one morning.