Nutmeg & Cinders in happier times.
Cinders loved hunting!
Patches in her favorite spot.
I had a rule that my cats had to come in before it got dark. Most of the time I had to go find them and bring them in. It was rare that Patches or Hobo came in on their own. I really stuck to that rule for years and years. Then when Patches and Hobo were the only two cats left and had become old, they resisted coming in. Finally I gave in. Big Mistake! In winter they of course came in on their own. Too cold. If I heard an owl or a coyote, I'd be out the front door in the middle of the night to collect at least Patches. Patches mostly slept on the deck so I would look out there and there she would be. Hobo slept at the top of the barn stairs on the porch into the second floor. I could shine my light up there see her.
Patches getting a drink
Patches & Hobo
The spot where the bear was laying. I think it is where Patches was killed.
Hobo is staying closer now.
Last picture I took of Patches
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