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In talking with the neighbors today, I learned that their guard dogs had killed one of the feral cats in the last few days. Since they mentioned it was one of the younger ones, and the one that they thought was quite pretty, I'm guessing this means Ninja (whom I haven't seen in 2-3 days) is dead. And since I haven't seen Pirate in about a week, I'm guessing a similar fate befell both siblings. So I guess I'm down to two ferals at the moment: Bond and Greystoke. And Greystoke's squirmy brood.
At least my reaction to this proves that I'm not getting as attached to the ferals as Wonderful Husband feared I might. I'm sad, of course; they were quite pretty and I enjoyed feeding them and watching them, but I'm not destroyed the way I was when we had to put Jack down, or even when wee little Ash died.
At least my reaction to this proves that I'm not getting as attached to the ferals as Wonderful Husband feared I might. I'm sad, of course; they were quite pretty and I enjoyed feeding them and watching them, but I'm not destroyed the way I was when we had to put Jack down, or even when wee little Ash died.