Reign of Cats

Little baby Flynn. He was so cute as a baby.

Oh my darling Clementine! Chasing those rocks that I throw for you.

Figured I’d start things out with a tribute to the King of the Cats. Former King, anyways. He’s long departed this world, but he has a few children still running around. Searchlight, the kitten that led the Ferals to my yard, that bridged a gap between wild and their forgotten domestication. Most of the cats are very wild, feral for so long they don’t ever want to let go of their freedom and their wildness. I don’t blame them. But every so often there’s another sweet cat that wants to make a bridge, and I always remember the first cat that started it. My dear Searchlight.