Here are two of the four porch kitties that arrived recently. The boy, the cow kitty who I finally decided to name Dickens has been confined for three days after escaping from me earlier. He is not happy and cries non-stop all day and all night in confinement. I tell him he is lucky to be confined in such an elegant cage. It is huge when you think of how some cats are housed in shelters and it has an outside patio to go along with it. He is not impressed and just keeps crying. Today is his last day in captivity. He gets neutered tomorrow and then he will be returned to the group of girls he came in with. He acts feral (hissing growling showing his teeth ears flat) but it is all bluff. When I begin to pet him, he can’t get enough lovin.