Sammy's to fill the food bowls and change the water, and we ran into Amber. Amber has been living in the neighborhood for at least a couple of years. She was spayed by somebody, not us, before we met her. She had taken up residence at our house last summer until the last months when mating season started and so many new cats started coming to our house to feed, and then she was scared off. Since then she has been feeding mostly at Sammy's, but she is not happy about it. She used to sleep with Sylvia in my car, and they became great chums; I know she misses that. She's lost a lot of weight since then and has been showing a lot of insecurity. I worry about her. I worry about all the cats.
Here she is at Sammy's tonight:
|Amber at Sammy's looking at the biggest slug either of us has ever seen. |
So we made some mistakes tonight, and it is disheartening. We will know in the future what to do differently. We have never had difficulties with release before, and we weren't prepared for what happened.