Cats along the way

"Lynn,  who are all these cats?  They aren't moving in are they?"

No, Precious.  These are just some of the friendly faces

I see when I bike the path.

This lovely and very very vocal kitty was on the

path right next to a small country plant nursery.

Don't know if that is where it lives and earns it's

keep catching the mice.  However, it was 

certainly quite friendly.

Now this lovely and friendly tortie was in a very

small rural town.

Unfortunately, it was not healthy and had

lost it's right eye.  Skinny beyond anything I

could imagine.  

I wasn't sure if I could bike 3 miles round trip

to the local tiny IGA and find any food to

give it and find it still in the same place.

But it was worth a try.  

I was lucky and found a 2.5 ounce bag of

soft treats.  Not knowing if the cat had any

good teeth or not, I really did not want to try

dry food.  And sharing my water bottle would

have been OK, but I thought soft food would 

be better.

Sure enough, it was hiding in the weeds and came

right out to me.  I put the food on the best place

I could find in the shade and the cat just devoured

it.  I offered it water in the lid of my bottle, however

it did not take any.  There was a small drainage

area close by and I figure it was drinking from there.

I wish I could save all these cats I see on my rides.

But there is no way for me to catch and carry them.

This clowder of kitties are from a grain silo on the opposite side

of the bike path.  They are always on this porch of this kind

person waiting for breakfast. Then off they go to the silos to 

hunt mice, I guess.

"Lynn, you make me cry.  I at least had the 

orphanage until you came along."

I know, I wish I could take them all there and

hope someone could adopt them. 

I almost forgot the big little city cat who I visit whenever

I can bike into town.  He says he is surrounded by the

Hounds of Fountainville.

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