6 days

that's how long the dry food supply lasts at the not so little feline zoo. One 18 pound bag of Chicken soup for the cat lover's soul and a 15 pound bag of Taste of the wild last 6 days. I kept track on my calendar. They are both a pretty good food and economically suit my budget. I also feed my zoo wet food once a day. Thankfully the humane society was donating canned food to rescue groups and my friend and I managed to get quite a bit. I also have to have a supply of dry food on hand to feed the outdoor kitties that come to my shed for food and water. One of the pet stores I buy from sells bags repackaged from broken dry food bags from the warehouse at an economical price, more in poundage than I would get from Costco's brand, cheaper and better quality, since it is a mix of different brands. My friend had to do her food run today so she did me a solid and bought me what I needed and brought it over tonight. I had quite a full day regardless. Much of the morning and part of the early afternoon spent cleaning my mom's place and then grocery shopping afterwards. Even with an hour nap I had when I returned, I am still pretty tired.

Now I am downstairs, watching TV and cuddling up with 2 of my boys Wiley and Chance. Wiley is grooming Chance right now. It is amazing how most of my zoo get along and how they even groom each other, despite no relation. However, given that many of my rescues are from my backyard, some could share the same DNA. If I had the greenbacks, I would love to check out their DNA and find out who is related to who.

Let me tell you a little about Wiley. I named him after Wil E. Coyote. You know from the cartoon. You see when i was trying to trap Wiley after spying that he had an injured leg one day after he came to eat and turned out to be a pretty elusive kitty. I set out a trap for him in our front yard. Before we were able to trap him, we trapped a racoon, then a bird, a neighbourhood cat, then Wiley, but he did not trip the trap and managed to escape. But two times was the charm as while we were sitting down for dinner one Friday night, I heard the telltale sound of the trap tripping again and lo and behold, Wiley was in it. He did not turn out very feral and even played with my fingers through the carrier while I was taking him to the vet to be neutered. Wiley really turned out to be a sweetie.

Then there's Chance. I named him because it was by chance that I managed to trap him and that he was not feral at all. Although he was the last one to be neutered as part of the low cost feral program that the humane society used to have. But after he was trapped and when we transferred him to a carrier, he turned out to be the gentlest little bear. He and Wiley soon grew to be very attached and often groom each other and hang around together. A few years ago, while my brother was in hospital, Chance came down with a bad ear infection, by the time I knew something was wrong with Chance, he was hiding and running from me, which he never did before, he had already suffered some nerve damage and his head tilts even after his stay at the hospital and the antibiotics. But it has not held back Chance in any way. He acts perfectly normal and is as lovable as he was the first night I trapped him. Chance and Wiley just love to cuddle up with me in bed and I would not have it any other way.

For your enjoyment, I have attached 2 pictures. One is with both of them. Chance is on the left and Wiley is beside him, grooming himself as usual. The second picture is of Wiley alone.

Meow for now....