When I arrived at work this morning, I saw no sign of the ‘feral’ kittens, not even their paw prints in the snow. But there were three adults waiting for breakfast. I served them and that’s when the kittens came out. I saw at least the two black ones - Rebus and Philo - and possibly one of the black-and-whites, though it is hard to distinguish them from a couple of the adults when everyone is running away from a human’s sudden appearance. But I know they are ready to be trapped again - well, available to be trapped again - and I will prepare accordingly tomorrow morning.
In the meantime, I’ll share with you how one of the former members of the feral colony is doing at the cosy apartment.
Raleigh has never been bothered by the other beasts, and, except for when Cammie bumps into him, neither have they been bothered by him. Peachy tried to be friends with Neville but the Thin Man - less thin all the time - didn’t reciprocate and spends most of his time at the top of the tall sitting room cat-tree; there is little opportunity to foster friendship. So Raleigh contents himself with finding comfortable spots about the apartment, one of which is the bed.
As you can see, his integration is complete. It was, to tell the truth, an easy one, as has been Nev’s. I have been fortunate with these two. Raleigh’s main concerns seem to be nothing more than a full tummy, a warm bed and a human who treats him decently. Fortunately, I have been able to provide all three for this little Peach.