Feeding over 400 ferals.
Sneezy, shadow soft as night, you came when bowls would sing,A voice so small yet full of fire, demanding everything,With bright insistence in your cry, you ruled each feeding hour,A tiny queen in midnight fur, all hunger, will, and power. One tooth left to claim your prize, yet never did you yield,You faced the world…
Craig, our dark feral beauty, first seen at your mama’s side,Just a baby with Donna, with your wide and wary eyes.Two shadows at the feeding bowls, learning how to trust and eat,Small paws in the quiet night, light as whispers on the street. Then Donna slipped into silence, gone where we could not see,You walked…
In Paarden Eiland’s dust where the grease winds blow,Lived a ginger king with a voice soft and low.His meow was a whisper, a childlike call,But his presence stood proud, wide-eyed and tall. He roamed with Jaws, his shadow and kin,A brother, black as the night within.Together they ruled where the wild tracks thread,Till time took…
Ruby, soft ember in a darkened world, Rescued with her sidekick Raven, tiny flag unfurled. From streetlight shadows to a warm, safe bed, New stories of comfort wrapped around her head. Sue opened wide the longed for door, And Ruby stepped on gentle floors. No more counting every passing car, Home was a lap and…
He lived beneath the open sky,A gentle shadow passing byWith Flopsy near and Ginger closeHe found his place, he made the mostOf quiet days and starlit nightsA feral king in soft twilight Though born to roam, he learned to stayWhen kindness called, and food gave wayHe’d watch the world with steady eyesA soul both cautious…
Beneath the golden summer sky so bright, A fragile soul emerged from a shadowed night. Among the bins, she made her quiet stand, A life unloved, yet hope close at hand. On Christmas Eve, the warmth she came to know, Through gentle hands that offered love to show. With trust she rolled, her fears began…
Motley our torti queen. Loved by all, and rarely seen. Watcher of the gate and street, Silent paws on careful feet. Amber eyes that weighed the night, Flecked with gold and hidden light. You would linger, half in shade, Half in trust that slowly stayed. We learned to wait and move so slow, Let gentle…
Between the containers, where shadows play, A spirited tuxedo made his own way. Diesel, the prowler of Paarden Eiland’s street, With a curious heart and quick little feet. In the rustling grass, you chased and explored, A young adventurer we deeply adored. You followed my car, your bright eyes aglow, For you knew in your…
Kate, our shining star of the street, A soul so gentle, a heart so sweet. Every night you brought such cheer, With love and cuddles, you drew us near. You knew the sound of our faithful car, Your joy and spirit, a guiding star. We giggled at how you’d always appear, Your trust in us…
As sweet as her name suggests, Sweetpea is an older feral cat with a backstory that could fill a novel. She once reigned over her own circular “island” in a business park, living the solo life like a feline queen. But then came Glutsy, and suddenly her “island” turned into a cozy little kingdom for…
Large and dark as night, soul as gentle as the light, A quiet strength in every stride, a peaceful heart you couldn’t hide. Through each challenge, you held your ground, A gentle giant, love profound. With Bella by your side, your days were shared, A bond of warmth, a love that cared. Side by side…
Tiny, you lived up to your name, A shadow of grace, a flicker of flame. With fur as dark as the quietest night, You danced through the world, so gentle, so light. Though small in body, your spirit was vast, A bright little spark that burned too fast. Six months you stayed, but forever you’ll…
In the shadow of the power sub’s hum, ‘Neath the watchful gaze where wild hearts come, Lived a feline queen, cloaked in twilight’s gray, Isis by name, both feral and fey. Her coat, a canvas of the softest gray, A tabby’s stripes in twilight’s gentle sway. With Puzzle Face, in hues of earth and ember,…
In memory of Luke, the watcher from the green, A grey tabby feral, in the bushes she was seen. On a little hill near a road she made her stand, A silent guardian of this humble land. With eyes like dusk, she’d eagerly await, For feeders’ footsteps, she knew their gait. Hidden in the foliage,…
In memory of Cole, our darling boy so true, With fur as night, and eyes that held the morning dew. In shadows cast by dawn’s first light, you’d sit and gaze, Upon the world you claimed as yours, through all your days. Cole, our silent watcher, steadfast, wild, and free, Found solace in a spot,…
In the alleys and fields, through sun and through shade, A mother and son, in unity swayed. Gingerbean’s Moma, with her tabby grace, And her ginger boy, always keeping pace. They walked side by side, tails tightly twined, A bond unbroken, in heart and in mind. Together they roamed, a fierce, gentle pair, In every…
Our special one-eyed boy. He shared a colony with Glutsy and Sweetpea. No one knows how you lost your eye, Yet still, you watched the world from high. In your single gaze, there burned a fire, A spirit fierce, never to tire. You’d call to us, your voice so clear, “Bring my food, I’m waiting…
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