[caption id="attachment_218" align="alignnone" width="300" caption="The cat I've been feeding."][/caption]
The first few times were inconsistent, but she's come every day since I got back from Camp on Monday, so I decided to name her: Fanny. After Fanny Price, of Mansfield Park. It's quite obvious that she's the only sane cat in the colony. She's both timid and ambitious, and she's an excellent writer. Ok, all but the last one. Maybe I should give her a pen.
Anyway, here she is with the bowl I use to feed her. It has water right now, and I don't know if she's learned to drink from it, but sitting next to it is a good start. She'll eat just about anything I give her, which means I'm not giving away the Trader Joe's tuna anymore, I'm mixing half a can of wet cat food with about the same amount of dry food. She'll follow me around the yard as long as I'm holding that bag of dry cat food, but I can't get closer than about 6 feet to her.
She doesn't seem to be pregnant; I think she already had a litter this year. I think the dead kitten was one of hers, and there's another pretty (but sickly-looking) chocolate kitten running around. He didn't eat, though, and he was too old to find a people home. I'm hoping that if she has another litter, I'll know about it early enough to give them away. Or I could borrow a trap and sterilize her.