AWW that is so sweet! i used to feed what i thought was an alley cat, but the guy across the street told me he lives there, that his name is Cougar, and that i am welcome to feed him anytime. and then i moved away. that was over 10 years ago and Cougar was 16 even then. i miss that neighborhood
My house periphery is filled with stray cats. My mom feeds them everyday we have like 10. Yesterday I heard my mom say that someone likely beats the cats, and that a really sweet cat hasnt come back for like 2 weeks. I think that the cats get hurt because they like to fight and do stupid shit though, because the very thought that someone beats them infuriates and depresses me. My cat came home one night bleeding on my bed but I'm pretty sure she just got in a fight or got cut on something because she had cuts, not blunt wounds
I took a big shit, and my cat tried to get out of the bathroom window, but failed, almost falling into the toilet filled with my gigantic shit, but threw some other stuff in
now i am even more curious about your living situation. it sounds like you live on a farm with feral cats everywhere. which is pretty much my dream life. :3