When Habibi and I moved to our current home with Jammy and the kitties in 2014, one of the first things we realized was that we had neighbors. Yes, I'm aware that I am stating the obvious, but let me clarify: we had unusual neighbors. To avoid belaboring the point (too late), there is a colony of feral cats that lives behind our home, down the back alley a short distance, and up inside of a man-made rock face. Over the past few years, we have gotten to know the residents of Kitty Mountain (as we have lovingly christened it) without ever actually getting near them; they are 100% feral and will NOT approach a human. They do, however, know at what time one of my neighbors -The Cat Whisperer- will come out to feed them. At 5 pm sharp , they are outside his door. New litters have been born and it is always exciting to see five or so new, adorable, little kittens emerge. Among these furry neighbors have been Outside Dave, Donut, Mama Ramos, Hopsco...
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