Goodbye ferals?
Mar. 10th, 2024 08:12 am
Phosphor's two feral sisters have been hanging out in the backyard since arriving with their own kittens in 2012 and 2013. The friendlier one got nicknamed Barbecue Cat for her fascination with watching us barbecue. The more solidly feral one was Shy Momcat, later Shy Cat, because when she returned she didn't even want to be looked at by a human out the back window.
The day after we said goodbye to Phosphor, Barbecue Cat accepted an opportunity to sit just inside the house for a bit in the morning, as she does sometimes.
And I haven't seen her since.
Shy Cat reverted to hyper-shy mode and the last visual contact I had was last Monday. The last time I heard I heard the distinctive thumping of a cat on the heating vents under the house (where they've preferred to den in the winter despite us offering a variety of aboveground shelter options) was Tuesday.
We'll never know what happened. Did Barbecue Cat suffer a sudden health problem? Did she decide to go after a raccoon that wasn't willing to be intimidated out of her territory? Or did she just decide to go join Orange Cat at his home base?
Given that it's spring, when cats are given to wander, and that Barbecue Cat seemed fine when I last saw her, I think there actually is a pretty good chance that she just decided to move. And I hope Shy Cat was able to find her.
And that's how it goes with ferals, they're just not there one day. I was prepared for this to happen, I mean, they're almost 14 and the life expectancy of ferals in a managed colony is only about 10 years. But the timing is not just tragic but extremely unsettling.