I have been feeding this lovely kitty for over eight years now. She initially would only show up at night, a ghost of a kitty in the shadows. I didn’t even know for certain until yesterday, what sex she was at the time. She would never even let me get close. There is a woman who lives back behind our creek right off Liberty Road who routinely feeds strays and I assumed she belonged there. But she kept becoming a regular here in the yard and at the feeders, so I had no clue where she came from.

She is a beautiful long-haired black and white kitty- more of a cow kitty than a tuxedo. She favors wet food over dry but that’s about all I could tell you about her.

Last night, I was late in feeding the strays by the shop, so I didn’t get out there until midnight. I was dumping wet food onto the trays when I felt a bump against my ankles. I thought it might be Bentley who often follows me on my rounds so I went to pet the ankle bumper and it turned out to be Mystic. I was amazed that she allowed me to touch her- and as I stroked and lifted her tail- I found that she is indeed a girl- so thankfully, she has been spayed. We had a few moments of petting before she scampered away. Felt like an early birthday gift (my birthday is tomorrow) Best present ever!  Of course this morning, when I went out to feed, she steered clear of me. Two steps forward, three steps back.