Remember the long-haired calico stray that moved into our lives last November, residing under our shed in our garden? She is still elusive, but she comes twice a day, almost on schedule, sits on our back steps and waits for her food. She has begun to meow in anticipation. That is a pleasant change. Also she remains on the bottom step when we put out her food dish, and when the weather permits, especially during the sunny days, she stays on the back steps, cleaning herself and enjoying the warmth of the sun.
On days when I think she has caught herself a mouse, she arrives late, eats little, but shows herself, as if to say that she is still around and does not want us to cease her daily deliveries. It is true that when she does not arrive on schedule that I think the worst, believing she has run off, or the almost un-thinkable, that she has been killed by a dog or other predator. I realize that she has become a part of our lives in some strange, but special way.
She continues to co-exist with us, but remains evasive. I have begun to call her Skitty. She is that skittish.
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