I am just putting this here because I have myself sick with worry and need to talk about it. We have a feral that claimed our front porch more than three years ago. I got him a house with a heated bed, and he has access to food and water. I named him Linden. I know he spends time elsewhere, but he has not been seen for more than a week, which is very strange. He has never gone longer than three days away before.
I help care for the local colony, so I see cats come and go. I should not have gotten as attached to him, but it would give me great joy to look out the window and see his little face peeking out of his house.
I keep putting food out, and some cat has been eating it; however, it may not be him, as there are three other cats who occasionally come to my porch. I know them from the colony.
He is a true feral, not a tamed one or a stray, so it is highly unlikely that someone took him in or turned him over to the shelter. I keep imagining all the horrible things that could have happened to him, from freezing to death to a car to a coyote.
I help care for the local colony, so I see cats come and go. I should not have gotten as attached to him, but it would give me great joy to look out the window and see his little face peeking out of his house.
I keep putting food out, and some cat has been eating it; however, it may not be him, as there are three other cats who occasionally come to my porch. I know them from the colony.
He is a true feral, not a tamed one or a stray, so it is highly unlikely that someone took him in or turned him over to the shelter. I keep imagining all the horrible things that could have happened to him, from freezing to death to a car to a coyote.