A few months ago, there was a bad fire across the highway. The house was completely destroyed and there were dozens of cats living over there as well. The reason I know this is the home belonged to Mike’s sister and I hated going over there because of all the feral cats running around, She wouldn’t allow me to lift a finger to get any of them neutered or spayed (long story) and as it was the home Mike grew up in, he was sad about all the cats and the neglect as well.

I keep seeing the survivors creeping through the grasses near the railroad tracks across the highway and tonight, one of them dashed across the highway (almost got hit) when I was out feeding. I quickly was able to scoop the cat up into a carrier only because it was starving and skin and bones. It is a boy (I think) it is a long-haired golden one with shiny eyes. and tomorrow it will go to the vet and get tested and neutered. It is skittish but not feral and has already ate three cans of cat food within the last couple of hours. At least, for now, he is safe and warm inside the patio cage.