Tomorrow is National Feral Cat Day. For one year, our family had the pleasure of including one of the BEST cats we’ve ever had. Feral Fred. He “just showed up” one day in May of 2008, and by July of that year, was totaly domesticated and the friendliest cat people had ever met. My neighbor, Sharon and I joyfully fought as to who would keep him, as we both had been feeding him together, for months. I won, and after a trip to the vet for shots, and being Neutered, he came to live with us. He stayed inside all through the winter-happily- but got antsy in the Spring of 2009, so he went out in the day, and came in at night. He helped me build the pond and stream this year, as he “had” to roll in EVERY spot I dug, before I planted in it. He was the first to walk across the new bridge, the first creature to drink from the pond, and brought our family dinner of a vole or mouse every night, sometimes twice. A few days before the forth of July, Fred went out at the crack of dawn, as usual, and never came home. A neighbor called me later that day to say she has seen a coyote in my front yard that morning and to be careful. Not sure what ever became of Feral Fred. Would like to believe that someone scooped him up because he was so lovable. That’s what I’m going to believe.