Slinky, my feral cat

now seems to be a fixture in my life.

 

She comes twice a day for a meal,

 stationing herself where she can see any movement in the kitchen.

 

Between meals, she naps on the comfy cushion of the Adirondack chair.

 

or near the bushes if it gets too hot.

 

The other day I watched her climb the tree next to my bedroom window and get onto the roof, and after a while slide gracefully down to the ground.  She did this twice--knowing that I was watching.

Yet she backs away if I get too close, wont take food from my hand, refuses to be tamed.