In the hay barn, we now have two feral male cats, intact, which means they are determined to kill one another. Or at least cause damage to ears, eyes, heads, and necks. I will discuss improving them with WonderVet tomorrow. Just to keep the peace.
Our neighbor has moved. She had been feeding a little grey feral cat for two years, left when a reprobate finally moved her horses, chickens, etc after a year of not paying board. She couldn't catch her cat. The elderly neighbor took on feeding the wild feline, and I think has enjoyed doing it, particularly in the last year after becoming a widow. She justifiably needed to move into town, to an apartment without acres to mow and weedeat. So now I am feeding that feral, until the new neighbors move in, at which point I am hoping they will feed her.
A rattie update: Foffdaughter's rat, Jam, is staying with me this winter. Jam has impressed me with her wily intelligence, and her ability to manipulate me. She practices delayed gratification. The other rats, given a treat, run off to find solitude to eat it. Jam runs off, hides the treat, and comes back to climb on the cage, begging and looking hopeful. This pays off, as she gets another treat. She hides this, and gets back to the act. We both finish this exercise happier than before. Genius rat.
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