When I went to grad school we moved into a house in a neighborhood that was a bit of a student ghetto. The house we were renting had a fenced-in backyard and tall strands of bamboo, and like clockwork strays would show up that were mostly cats students had left behind when they moved back home or into a place where they couldn’t have pets. Our yard was safe, I’m a sucker and would leave food out, and as space permitted we took them in. We had two cats moving into the house, and at one point we were up to four (and both of the originals had unfortunately passed on). We’ve moved into an apartment now but I still worry about the cats in that neighborhood.
When I went to grad school we moved into a house in a neighborhood that was a bit of a student ghetto. The house we were renting had a fenced-in backyard and tall strands of bamboo, and like clockwork strays would show up that were mostly cats students had left behind when they moved back home or into a place where they couldn’t have pets. Our yard was safe, I’m a sucker and would leave food out, and as space permitted we took them in. We had two cats moving into the house, and at one point we were up to four (and both of the originals had unfortunately passed on). We’ve moved into an apartment now but I still worry about the cats in that neighborhood.