Praise the LORD! The baby feral cats are okay. My last blog on them had to do with a falcon grasping one, but due to the "pride" springing (literally) into action, the hawk dropped the baby. I hadn't seen them after that for about 5 days! I thought surely the others had been snatched by this bird of prey!
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We had a few nights in the low 50's and upper 40's, so I guess Mamacat had them safely in a "den" of warmth somewhere! The trees limbs hang low around the trunk and it's like a brier patch to get into its undergrowth! The falcon has not been back.
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It is so great to see them running and stalking one another in play, tumbling over one another like there's not a care in the world. There is always larger cats around them (babysitting) when Mamacat is not present! What a sight to watch a mini version of a "pride of lions!"
