Cats have had a big place in our family. Many strays wandering past have found our kitchen a good place to hang around. They would settle down to a half-domesticated life in the garage, appearing at the kitchen during meal times. One fierce female proved to be the most durable of these, lasting some fifteen years and dying in my books and junk room a couple of years ago. The brood in this picture are her grandsons and granddaughters. They became fully domesticated since they were born inside the house. The mother caught a cancer, was treated, but disappeared afterwards. Of these four, one disappeared after maturity but the rest are all here. I’ve got all the females sterilized. I mean, there’s a limit, considering that we have several more occupying the garage as well and new visitors passing by constantly!
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