I never thought I would say this but I’m worried about the feral. The low-rent cat food which the slave puts out for her once a week hadn’t been touched when I checked the bowl in the tractor shed this last weekend. Is she dead? Is she unwell? Has she been shot / poisoned / run over?
Whilst the fate of a feral is of minor importance she was nevertheless a feline and therefore worthy of consideration. Short pause to mark her probable passing.
Of more importance to me is the simple fact that being a a queen she was a first class hunter and kept the rats and mice under control not only on our property but over the fence at the neighbours as well. Now I will be expected to take her place in the countryside Neverending Vermin Hunt. Sigh. Just when I was looking forward to a summer snoozing in the sun.