Photos and stories about feral cats and a fortunate few who find love and homes. Full of beauty and sadness, feral cats are not trespassers nor are they alien invaders: feral cats are part of our natural world. This photo-blog documents the lives of feral cats; raw and real. It is not a place for studio portraits or carefully photoshopped pictures of fluffy purebred kittens. Real life is not always pretty, as you will see. This is the feral life.
At rest, Hammie the Bobtail cat is taking a little catnap in the sun. I tried my best to avoid disturbing him. Hammie is cautious, a bit timid, but still friendly. He will climb on my lap if I sit outside on a sunny day. And sometimes, he tries to nurse. Because he's a baby at heart.
Frankie was named after Frank Sinatra. It's kind of an old-people reference, I know: Sinatra's was called "Old Blue Eyes." And that's our Frankie. He has an interesting expression in this photo; kind of skeptical, kind of curious, ready to run if I'm up to no good. But as it turned out, all that happened was that Frankie got his photo taken - then we both moved on to other things.
A senior citizen of the feral cat colonies, Old Tortie has always been pretty quiet and she mostly keeps to herself. Even at feeding times, she tends to hang back and wait for the leftovers... not that this is has limited her girth in any way. :)
In any case, she seems pretty contented with her life. She eats and sleeps and stays out of trouble. When you're a feral cat, what more could you ask for?