Half the inside cats and Jase are coming to San Antonio with me for the month of July. I am on call for jury duty, so we’re not exactly sure what adventure awaits us. I could have hours and hours of mind-numbing waiting (I’ll have plenty to do), or I could have quite a bit to keep me busy. No idea until the adventure begins on Sunday evening when I call in for reporting instructions. The plan is to bring Sneaky, Tarzan, Lady, Delta, and Daphne with me and Jase.

The outside foursome is geling. I can’t say they’re snuggly, but they all are doing well. I can find them on or near the side porch most of the time. Scooter is taking his can on the porch with the rest of the boys. Zelda usually takes hers on a patio block on the ground. I was easily able to administer this month’s Revolution dose to all three boys. Zelda remains the holdout. She can rub ankles, but I can’t get near her long enough to administer a dose of Revolution.

Socks was checking out a little orange kitten a couple nights ago in the front yard. It went back across the street where there were at least two orange tabby babies. This morning, I saw a buzzard pecking at something in the school parking lot. Jase and I got close enough to see it was one of the kittens, so that was sad to see.

Life on the streets is hard. I try to make life better for as many as I can, and I know each of my four outside sweethearts are at risk.