Purrley and Hattie at Breakfast.

September 20, 2015 by  
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Feral Breakfast Buffet.

Purrley at BreakfastPurrley at Breakfast.

So now that Purrley has come 3 days in a row for breakfast, it's time to figure out how to get him to actually eat in the new feeding station.

This morning, after everyone ate and Purrley departed, I went out and sprayed Rescue Remedy mixed with Feral Cat Comforter inside the feeding station.

Then, I had an inspiration.

A friend of mind had brought a gift last month of fresh frozen sardines for the cats.  I still have some of these in the freezer.

So I took one, defrosted it, and cut it up.  Then I took Hattie's left-over bit from breakfast and put the sardine pieces in her bowl.  She was still hanging out on the back stoop, so I just placed the whole thing in Purrley's feeding station.

Hattie tried to eat it without actually climbing in, but then decided it was safe to climb up and did so.  She completely cleaned her plate.

Tomorrow, I'm planning on a sardine topping for both Hattie and Purrley.  Meanwhile, the new feeding station now has some of Hattie's scent inside it.  That will smell more familiar to Purrley.  Only time will tell whether I'm successful in using scent to lure Purrley inside the station.

Hattie cleaning up Purrley's bowl before I thought of the sardines.Hattie cleaning up Purrley's bowl
before I thought of the sardines.

Purrley Is Coming for Breakfast Again.

September 19, 2015 by  
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He's calmer and more relaxed.

Purrley washing up after breakfast.Purrley washing up after breakfast.

Purrley showed up yesterday morning for the first time in almost a week.  When I looked out in the early dawn,  he was sitting in his favorite spot under the oak tree near the back of my house.

Then this morning, I didn't think he was tehre.  No cat sitting under the oak tree.


I opened the door to the porch, and there he was on the back stoop with Hattie.   Starlight and Sakhara ran to sit inside the screen door to be part of the kitty conclave!

I'm so glad he's coming to eat.  He still hasn't made any commitments, and that's fine with me.  Today he ate less ravenously, then stretched and bathed a bit before going on his way.

It's so hard for me not to get attached to him, but I am doing well in this regard.  I find life is much better when we just allow others to do their thing.  We can love them with an open hand and an open heart.  That's best for us and for them, as it respects their individuality and their choices while allowing us to remain internally peaceful.

I've been putting his feeding dish in front of the new feeding station so that he gets used to eating there.  In a few days, I'll put his dish into the station and hope he will find it there.

Meanwhile, all is well with my feline family for the moment.  Horray!!

I want to play with him [Purrley].

Someone asked me recently why I'm not writing about Starlight, the three-year old Siamese kitten.

Truthfully, she's just so happy and healthy and filled with love and joy.  What more is there to say?

Well, here's what she thinks of Purrley:


He smells yummy (after rubbing her face where he sprayed and left his scent).  I want to play with him.

And there you have it!  The joyful approach to life.  Everything's a toy and everyone's a potential playmate!

No Sign of Purrley for 5 Mornings.

September 15, 2015 by  
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A big decision for Purrley.

PurrleyHe's been invited to live here and be part of our family.


We haven't seen Purrley since last Friday morning.  Violet, Sakhara, Hattie, Starlight, and I have all invited him to become part of the family, but he hasn't shown up to eat.

I've made it as clear as I can to him that he doesn't have to make a commitment to anything.  I made it a very open invitation, and sent love and welcoming thoughts to him.

He asked if he could live in the house, but I had to say no, at least for now.  The very best in feral cat facilities will be provided.

A client and friend of my, Jeannine, has given him some healing sessions to balance his chakras and calm his emotional body.  She and I both feel he's in a crisis point of deciding whether or not to give up on finding his old family and opening to new options.

Meanwhile, in the back yard, the new feral cat buildings have been constructed.  The exact locations have not been set yet, but here are some photos.

Hattie's old feeding station and the new one.Hattie's old feeding station and the new one.

If the new facilities look distorted, that's my fault, as they are perfectly designed and easy to assemble.  With construction going on here today, Hattie had an early breakfast and then took off.  She always does this when someone is working on the house and then she returns at the end of the day when things have settled down.

I'll be interested to see how she reacts to the new structures.

Feral Cat VillaFeral Cat Villa

This beautifully designed cat condo has 2 entrances, a baffle to keep out drafts, and a moderately insulated place for a cat to curl up and be safe and dry and warm.

The roof lifts off for easy cleaning.

It needs a second coat of paint and some adjustments for the 4-5 possible feet of snow that we had last winter.  Or was it 8 feet slightly compressed? I don't remember, but I'm quite sure it will need an overhang so the doorways won't be blocked by the snow and so the air can get in until I can get outside with a snow shovel.  My friend, Dave, who put it together for me, will provide some specially treated plywood to go over the top and overhang the entry-ways.

If you like these feral cat structures and want more information, visit http://www.feralvilla.com and check them out in more detail.

So now, we wait.

I'm still learning Patience, so I'm being given another lesson in it.

Compassion is also in my personal curriculum:  allowing someone else to decide what's best for them and accepting it without judgment.  I want Purrley to be here, but I have to remain detached and open to whatever happens.  That's the higher way of being and I am getting there, bit by bit.

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