While Jingles watches the street from a safe distance.
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There are many who don't have that same luxury.
I've named all the street cats I feed. This one is White Kitty. He used to have a sister that came with him, but I haven't seen her in weeks.
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This is Baby, the sister of Sweet Kitty who is the mama of the kittens I rescued. I haven't seen Sweet Kitty since before she had her litter. Baby now has a hurt paw and the other morning, I had to literally rip a plastic bag off from around her stomach. How it got there so tight, I will never understand. She used to be so loving, but something must have happened as now she is a bit skittish.
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No Tail (I think it is obvious why she's named that). Poor thing! I do wonder what happened to her tail. Her meow is very throaty, like something happened to her vocal chords.
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This little guy is new and so cute ... and so hungry. I think he may be attempting to take over the territory.
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This one used to be the tom cat of the street, but he is so beat up now. I literally thought a couple of weeks ago that he was on death's doorstep, but he comes to our stairwell for respite from the heat, and does eat the food and drink the water I give him. Poor thing!
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I really wish I could do more. My husband thinks I'm a little crazy. We've been in our apartment for 10 years, and never in all those years did I have cats coming to me as they do now. I don't even know what prompted me to start feeding them, but it must have been divine guidance. Now I keep a bag of cat food in my car at all times. I believe God sent them to me because he knew that my heart would open up and I would do what I could. If I didn't do this one kindness, I would not have peace in my soul.
Wishing you a day filled with sweet blessings and many kindnesses, Tammy