Read on Feb. 12 about the ongoing discussions about feral cat colonies prompts me to submit the story of Pretty Baby and Little Gray.
A couple of years ago, the appearance of one bony, mangy looking Tom rapidly evolved into eight to 10 feral presences on our property. Failing to catch the adults, we finally caught two female kittens and took them to the humane society for spaying and shots.
After being advised to let them recuperate for a period, we installed them in crates in my bathroom.
The day for freedom came on a cold, gray, rainy day and before they even left our front porch, they missed the warmth and dryness of their bathroom. You can guess the rest.
However, when they did go outside, they appointed themselves as "sole felines" of this property.
Every feral cat, including their parents, was rapidly and aggressively chased away.
So now Pretty Baby and Lil Gray purr contentedly in their beds (in the laundry room finally), and we have no more feral cats and fewer mice, rats and snakes as well.
And, as my husband reminded me, lots of love.
EMILY W. LANCASTER