I was working from the trunk of my car – getting ready to deliver a bunch of hotdogs to a big barbeque gathering. As I finished emptying each box into a cooler, I flipped the empty box behind me, planning on putting them in our recycling bin when I was done. When I finished and turned around, this was the scene. After I got through laughing, I asked my wonderful wife to take a picture.

The three cats are wonderful. The orange cat is a rascal/comedian. The other two are inseperable buddies. They hang out together all the time. They walk side by side, with tales intertwined and rub heads.

We have eight feral cats – and all of them have been caught and fixed. The orange cat and one other is relatively friendly. He will let us pet him and hold him, etc. The other six, including the two others in the picture, don’t want to be touched by humans. We can get about as near as we were when the picture was taken. They are happy to eat the food we put out for them, and to entertain us, but they’ve remained pretty much feral for eight plus years.

We and they have a wonderful home in the woods of northeast Florida. As the neighborhood as developed around us people from nearby Daytona have stopped dropping their unwanted cats off at the end of what used to be, except for our house, and undeveloped cul de sac. They would have to actually drive past the humane societ to get to our lot. So, the colony has remained at around eight for the past seven years or so. The cats, raccoons, deer, birds (cardinals and a pair of vultures) and assorted Florida wildlife all seem to get along famously. We sit out in the driveway every chance we get and just watch the show. You are welcome to post this email on your wonderful site.