Our feral friends show up for dinner when it's our turn to cook. They are very skittish so about 12 disappeared into the ether until we were on our way out. They are all fixed, and we wish we could take them home - but at least we can visit theirs. I do sometimes want to take the car, fix it up, and drive it up and down the coast. My wife tells me that the car belongs to the cats and it ain't for sale.
