You may or may not remember, but we were practically overrun with feral cats in the summer. Pretty much the cats have disappeared. Mom still has a hay-filled shelter for them in the side (unfenced) yard that backs up on the woods/swamp.
I went out to brave the 5″ of melting snow in the backyard to go potty, and saw a beautiful, black, feral cat peeping out of the cat house. His eyes (her eyes?) were like big silver crescent moons. I saw Mom watching, but played it cool and didn’t say anything. The cat sat very still.
Meanwhile, the dog a house away (our neighborhood is weird, we are next to a wooded area and I can see through the fence, through the woods, to the people who would be living next to us except for the woods are in the way) anyway – their dog was out again and was going nuts when he (she?) saw me. He was barking and lunging and racing back and forth. That one, I stopped and gave The Stare to, and raised my front paw like the Queen Who Could Not Be Bothered. I think those people leave their dog out too long, Mom says the dog sounds like it is hoarse from barking, and I agree. Because of the odd angle we live on, Mom isn’t sure which suburb the dog is in (if you throw a rock to the right, you hit Tinley Park. To the left, you hit Oak Forest) so she mentioned it to a Sheriff friend of hers. She tried going over there one time but no one was home and the dog was inside. Hopefully, someone will do something about him. He barks a lot. At least the snow is melting and it wasn’t too cold today.
I just looked out the back window and the big black cat is still there. I can only see his (her?) eyes from here. The rest of her is like a black shadow. Mom and I are going to keep an eye on the cat.
Woof! Love, Maggie