(The rear ends of Bradley, Cocoa, Sid and the as yet un-named little black kitty.)
It was a scorching day, and mama wisely had her kindle of littles tucked away under cover of foliage for much of the day.
When I got home from church meetings and a visit at a local police detachment, I thought I’d better feed and water them.
I had a worrisome moment when it became apparent she’d moved them, again. I did what I do when this happens- I made food noises and let them find me. This involves of picking up handfuls of dry kibble and letting them tinkle back in the bowl. I won’t bother trying to describe the imitation “meows” I attempt at the same time.
Within tens of seconds, Cocoa, the bravest of the littles emerged from their new place of shelter, and made her way to the bowls of food, wet and dry.
Mama had led her troop out of our back yard, under the side gate, and into the shadow of some evergreens beside our neighbour’s house. The lower limbs of these big trees skim the ground, and provide excellent shelter from sun and heat.
The photos I took were flash dependent, and the results don’t do justice to how dark it was, when the littles emerged for their night lunch. Here’s one of Mama off to the side, on vigilant guard. It was good she was, because another mature cat, who did not have a reservation, seemed quite interested in joining in.
You can also see our side gate, under which our little feline friends easily amble.