Our local pet shelters strongly recommend “If you feed them, get them spayed or neutered.” So if I helped take them out of the kitten making business, I don’t feel guilty giving them an occasional treat. Their main meal station is still my neighbor’s house, but Mr Tom is so pretty. Which is good, because his social skills need work. He is charming enough to get an egg now and again, though. Maybe one day he’ll stop greeting me with a hiss, then a meow. The hiss has no accompanying body language indicating fear or aggression (tail is high, head is high). Maybe that’s just his name for me. “Devil woman, give me treats.” Hm.

Mr Tom has a long-haired black buddy that hung out in the meadow with him before their abduction (a.k.a. neutering), that he brought with him to the egg station recently. Even though Mr Tom has a name, in my head they will now be Paul and Stevie.