Where to Begin?

Where to begin?  I guess we have to jump right in, and then slowly, slowly (siga, siga as they are so fond of saying here in Cyprus) we'll catch up on the history.  There are lots of cats for you to meet, a whole cast of characters, a few logistics to explain, but in the meantime, we will just say hello and welcome by introducing you to one of them, Cindy Lou Who, a fine specimen of a cat, I suspect a Turkish Angora, we feed at our local park.  I guess you could call her the Queen of the Park Cats, well, she was, until we, ahem *cough cough*, put her out of business.  She is still bossy, spunky, and dominating, but she is not nearly as mean as she used to be, to us or the other cats since we spayed her:

She's gorgeous, no?  Cindy is not feral.  In fact, when she first started coming to our feeding station at the park, she had a collar on - a cute little plastic collar with happy flowers and a sweet bell.  She rubbed up against us and let us touch her.  But the problem was, she was completely emaciated.  She was starving.   So who did she belong to?  And where were they?  And why weren't they feeding her?  It was sad.  And that happy little flowered collar just made it all the more sad. 

That was two years ago at least, and at least a few litters of kittens ago we first met her.  (When we took her for spaying our vet said it looked like she had been having kittens every three months since she was able.)  The collar has long since disappeared, and Cindy had her last litter of kittens late last summer.  One remains with her, a young adult now, we call him Tweeny.  They are good company for one another, and good playmates.

Cindy on the right with her boy Tweeny on the left.