I called him O.J. He was a skinny starving male orange kitty when he showed up to eat at my managed feral colony. But he was not a feral cat, just a starving stray. As the months went by he was less afraid, grew into a beautiful ginger boy. I took him in for his surgery, eartip, and rabies shot. I wanted to eventually find him a home, but I already had other cats I was trying to adopt out. In the cold winter around Christmas, O.J. was no longer coming to eat. I was upset, grieving, and second guessing myself for not getting him safe. It is part of managing a feral colony of cats, the unknown of what happens when they disappear. Fast forward a few years. I am feeding another orange tabby who is feral. I pull up to feed & water my colony, and there are two orange cats there! I look closer, one is wearing a collar & tag. It is O.J.! I put him in my car and call the number on the tag. He has been gone a week; got spooked & ran out the door, and they could not get him back inside. He remembered where he had always found a meal, and came to me to help him. They told me he had followed them from their car to their apartment daily in the cold winter until they let him inside, and that was all it took. So sometimes miracles happen, and you get to be a part of them.

Sherrie Heskett
OKLAHOMA CITY, OK