For the Love of Elle
Ellie is one of the original Appin Cats. The first time we realized that there was a *real* problem in the village, the local church steps, grass, neighbours’ yards and stoops one day hosted a festival of white cats, most with grey caps; a real swarm.
Ellie was one of the original girls we encountered at the colony where, for a brief time, we were allowed to monitor and trap. There have been so many whiteys come from this location that it was easy to get lost in the shuffle. Every once in awhile one in the last two and a half years, one that we haven’t seen in a spell shows up, and it makes us kinda sad that they are still living in these conditions.
Among the very first pictures that we took, she is there. Hunting for food, grateful for nourishment. Who knows how many litters she’s had since then? This year, it was a litter of 6, and it was her last. She is ready for a soft, cushy retirement, and she deserves it. She’s still feral, but she is well on her way to finding and knowing the connection of friendship. And love.