Husb and I started travelling late last night,all the way to the West Coast of Ireland,via ferry and lots of hard driving. We’re in a tiny village near the Shannon river and this scruffy little feral cat has persuaded my relatives to feed him. He’s unapproachable but content to hang out in the garden in this unseasonably warm weather.
He hasn’t been neutered and he’s obviously been in lots of fights and has a deformed ear. So my family call him van Gogh. Or Scabby Cat. He stayed still just long enough to do a bit of a scribble on my tablet using the Magic Marker app.
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My mum used to feed a very old and stinky feral tom with one eye many moons ago. She called him Starvin’ Marvin. I like that he appears to be staring you out 🙂
They find the humans that will take pity on them 🙂