It was a really great night for us, a night to celebrate, a night to remember, because we trapped one of the biggest, baddest, most fierce terrors at the park, Moonpie:
Oh yeah, that's him. That's him a few days ago. This is him now:
And he will be off to surgery tomorrow to be neutered, have a little recovery time, and then be released back at the park. At the moment he is chilling out in the shed. It's probably the easiest night he's had since the females have gone into heat.
|the shed, kitty hotel for the night|
Moonpie stalking sweet, playful Petey
And the rest, as they say, is history.
So we drove home with Moonpie to find our usual suspects on the doorstep, awaiting us and their dinner: Morris, Mandy (Amanda), Amber, Sylvia, and Jazzy.
|Jazzy, our resident feral Tom, who has lost one eye to an infection|
And now Jazzy is overnighting in the shed with Moonpie.
And this is what he gave my husband to remember him by:
It truly was a night to remember. A twofer.