I don’t even know where to start this update.
Bob, the cat that I named before I knew HER gender, is my (well is she really anyones?) feral cat. You’ll recall she was trapped this past spring and I got her fixed at my vet. I put food out for her every night and on occasion we’d run into each other and she’d hiss at me.
I would see Bob around here and there, but never consistently. Until a month or two ago, when I’d see her every day and the food bowl would be empty each night.
The other day, I got a good look at her and well…now I think there are two Bobs. The new Bob, which I call Bob #2 looks exactly like Bob #1 except that Bob #1 has two eye patches and Bob #2 only has one. Clearly, the numbering of Bob and her eye patches could use some work.
I have heard that good food can change a cat’s coat and coloring but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it cannot erase an eye patch.
I do not know where my life with Bob #1 ended and my life with Bob #2 began. I also, again, do not know Bob #2’s gender.
I’m more than a little worried about Bob #1.
When we trapped the original Bob, it was suspected that she had more kittens than what we found on my neighbors porch. It was likely (unfortunately) that she got trapped before all her kittens were accounted for. My guess is, this may be one of Bob’s kittens.
I do not have any plans to trap Bob #2. I really hope she is a dude. And gay. (no babies down this path in case you cannot keep up with my logic).
Regardless. Bob #2 is eating great food, has a condo in my driveway and Doug hates her/him so they are definitely siblings also.
The universe can stop sending me cats at any time now.