Leona

Isn't she sweeeet! We've often had an outside feral cat here through the years. They came. They went. But right now we have four. First one that showed up was "Spats", named so because, although he's black, the tops of his feet are white. Then came "Bob", named for the condition of his tail - although the bobbed tail looks like it came from an accident - not a particularly pretty thing. Then came "Leo". His name was suggested because of his big cat markings but maybe it should have been "Tiger"? Last came one that has markings a lot like Pancho. Because of that, Aaron named him "PJ" - short for "Pancho Junior".

So where did Leona come from? It was a reconsideration of the probable sex of Leo. She's the one that's becoming tame - waiting to be fed breakfast when I feed the birds in the morning. She's also learning that she's safe even when we're on the deck and that coming when she hears us can be a good thing that leads to food. The picture was taken this afternoon when Aaron and I were sitting on the deck enjoying the weather.

(Any resemblence of this post to any of my sibling is purely coincidental and should be ignored. There should be no future references of this post within two paragraphs of any word that refers to my sister!)