Last night was such nice weather that I left my bedroom window open.  At about 11:30, I looked out to see a couple of kittens--five weeks, six?--cleaning up the leftovers from the ferals' supper.  I gathered up a couple of cans of cat food and went out.  There were at least five, and when they saw me they bolted into the bushes, but I put the food down anyway.  Judging from at least one of them, they're Cocoa's litter; I knew she'd given birth and was nursing, but not where her nest was. 

( Cut for slightly disturbing content involving the death of an animal. )

Okay, every year there's a meme going around LJ, asking people to post their Christmas wish lists, from the simple to the truly insane, so that others moved to generosity might fulfill a wish if they like. I've never done one, but I figure this year...I'll post one wish. (I know it's late. Sorry. Life's been hectic lately.)

I forgot to feed my ferals tonight, so I went out late, but only one was still around, the shy wistful one.  He's sniffed my fingers a time or two but shys away at a touch. 

I sat down and fed him, and he showed unusual curiosity in my shoe, so I slipped it off and watched him roll all over it...then he wandered up behind me and brushed against my back, twice. 

*melt*