Meet McGillicutty...One of the office cats

My heart breaks when people toss their animals away or they are abandoned for some reason or other. Our office is located on a major busy north south corridor in Daphne, Alabama, so it is a bit odd, and mercifully cool, that behind our office is a patch of woods that shades the porch surrounding our building. The back porch is one of my favorite places at the office. Behind that is an apartment complex. I figure these animals that we have adopted and care for, mostly feral now, came from there. But who knows. We feed them and make certain that they have fresh water twice a day. And we watch for them and keep count.

I am documenting them as I can locate them sitting still for a moment. Not easy. But this one, McGillicutty, is the spitting image of a cat I lost two years ago at the grand old age of nineteen. First time I saw him, I stopped dead in my tracks at the resemblance. Thought I was seeing a ghost. He's the one that will most likely be human friendly once more. He no longer runs away, unless you approach and reach within a foot of him. And he's the one waiting every morning at the door like we're a drive through.

This is the other one I was able to capture in an image from a far away distance. He's sleeping, he's a tom cat, and he's a daddy. I've seen the one kitten this year, but no decent picture yet. This one I call Big Daddy.

We have contact information for a feral cat helping hands kind of group, so soon we will be working on safe capture, so that they can be given their health care once overs. I hope they don't hate us for it, and that they won't hold a grudge, but there are raccoons in those woods and they need their vaccines. Sigh.