National Feral Cat Day

Today is National Feral Cat Day. I was not a feral cat. I was actually born in a shelter. But Josie, Huggy Bear, and Maggie were on the verge of feral before Mom and Dad rescued them. And Mom and Dad befriended a lot of the feral cats in our old apartment complex before we moved. One was midnight, a solid short-haired black cat who started greeting Dad when he came home from work. Midnight would on rare occasions actually let Dad pet him. This cat fought off a fox that was coming around our are, which is when Dad started looking out for him because Midnight got nicked a little and Dad didn't want him getting sick. Although Mom and Dad would never really clean his scrape up, they could make sure he had food. Others also put food out for him and the handful of other ferals, but Midnight really seemed to like Dad. We considered trying to bring him with us when we moved but thought he was in his territory, and a bit too wild to socialize. But he sure was nice to have around patrolling and watching for foxes. Dad still keeps treats in his car just in case there's a cat out there who needs one or two.