Neighborhood cats await sunrise,
acknowledge being gazed upon
by changing position, and gazing back,
find shelter from the heat of the day,
refuge in rainstorms,
and, are sometimes the subject
of "Art Camp' paintings.
Though there are many, of varying colors, dispositions, age, feral status, and health, one particular 'survivor' caught my eye one night. He apparently managed to escape death by losing part of his right front leg, and retains a rather nasty gash on the same side, which, I'm told, is healing. All white, very feral , and living on the edges of the rest of them, he waits his turn when food is left for them. Since the Florida cold snap, he has been making more regular visits just next door to Coral Cottage, where a couple devout themselves to their own, and to the other needy felines of the surround. There are several caring others who do the same, and, unfortunately, some few who set vicious traps, and even shoot strays on sight, including dogs. Such is the nature of the human population. There's a lovely mural painted on the side wall of the local Animal Protection Association thrift shop, whose proceeds benefit the cause.