We always made fun of the lady on the corner; she was called the cat lady because cats were all around her house. You could see them lazing on the porch, strolling across the yard, or lurking from the roof. It was a sight to behold, and since I love cats, I always enjoyed driving or walking past to see how many I could count that day. I'll admit: I was a little jealous of her.
Fast forward about a decade. I was told by a student last fall that I am now the cat lady. It started out with a little stray that showed in the middle of our first winter. She was petite and friendly and hungry. I would sneak food out to her. She had a couple of kittens the following summer; they neither one survived or stuck around. But then Zippity had two litters the following summer. Some of those had kittens the following summer, and the cycle was set.
When school started last fall, I was feeding twenty cats on my back deck and front porch. (Yes, I had to feed them two places because the mommy cats had their kittens out back and ran off the males and older kittens.) Yesterday I counted fifteen when I fed them, but there were several missing that I knew were just not around at the time...and there were a couple of strays hiding on the edge of the pine trees waiting for me to go back inside.
Yep...it is spring. There will be new kittens born in a few weeks. I am not jealous of the lady on the corner any more...