It’s been a few months now and the ferals are settling in. We’re all getting used to each other. They’re getting used to me feeding them every morning and night. I’m getting used to them resenting me and possibly planning a revolt.
The shed is all theirs for now. They have an insulated cubie that is packed with straw. We also created a loft for them. Cory laid plywood down across the shed rafters and layered it with straw. They have two entry points with ramps leading out to the woods. I give them a fresh supply of water and dry food every morning and wet food every night. They are living the good life despite what they think.
I don’t see them much and I can’t really tell them apart when I do see them. I get so happy, though, when I spot them out and about. We put the game cam in the shed so we can get a better understanding of their patterns. Like all cats, they are crepuscular. They are active during the day and night. The game cam shows just that. They are very active during certain times and there are large stretches of time where the game cam stands silent. I can only assume they are sleeping off camera somewhere or plotting against me. I’m sorry but I can’t rule that out yet.
Maisie has not returned. I was afraid that might happen. She wasn’t trapped with her father and sister. She didn’t recuperate after surgery with them. She didn’t spend a lot of time in the shed with them when it was locked. She came to us a few days after the lock down began. The family bond may be broken. I hope she’s alright and my thoughts go to her daily. There are plenty of houses with outdoor cats so I can only hope she’s getting food and water somewhere.
To sum up, all is well and the routine has been set. What could possibly go wrong?