Sunday afternoon, waiting for me on the big plant pot, was Orangie. Relief again. Whitie was curled up beside it in the bright sunshine, two precious faces peering at me from the porch lookout post.
Orangie seemed hungry and made sure to be the first one up to the feeding station that day.
As I watched from the doorway I silently asked them to stay away from the traffic and keep to my yard. Wishful thinking. Impossible thinking.
My babies of the street.
Thank goodness both kitties have appeared.
I know it is heart sicking when you only see one
and not the other. You start wondering about the
missing kitty.