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f he was out bellering at all the nightly noises.

I hadn't really thought of that, but that could be a problem, unless you locked him your barn.

I did realize that having an outdoor dog wasn't your style:), it was just a suggestion.

I'm sorry you've been saddled with a problem like this. I know how you feel. Been there done that. It's so hard and pi$$e$ me off so bad when I see what apparently are strays running on the roads. Just the Wed. I had to pick Blake up off his bus. As soon as I stopped at the place I meet the bus, I heard a kitten yowling in the woods. I was so afraid it had been hit, and crawled off. I stayed in the truck and called "kitty, kitty"...After awhile it finally came out of the woods where I could see it. It didn't look hurt, but was obviously very thin:(....I found some left over tater tot's in bag on the seat (it was Jenny's truck:), so I got out and walked towards it. It ran back in the woods which in reality I was thankful for, I was afraid it would come and want to be picked up. It didn't go far and I threw the tater tot's into the woods by it. I did see it had a collar on, and that made me feel even better about not wanting to catch it, but it was pretty thin. The yowling stopped for awhile, but started again, and it came out of the woods again and sat and looked at me in the truck. It ran off when the bus came up. I just hate that sort of thing, and never know what to do. A kitten that size would not survive here, so I knew I couldn't really bring it home, but it's hard to leave things.

Becky

It’s a hard world for the little things! Breaks my heart. That’s the other thing. I’m feeding all these stray kitties at night and I end up a little worried when Barkley needs to go out at night because he chases them off and bellers. So after dark I try to keep him in.

Just little things are all shaken up. When we’ve had a leftover plate before we could just set it down on the floor and Gidget, Homer, even the cats could all get in there and there wouldn’t be a scuffle. The others have never been food aggressive in the slightest. Now because of Barkley, we have to figure out something else to do... the plate of leftovers is now a big stress event. So no one gets it, and we have to put leftover food in the garbage which then becomes an attractive nuisance in terms of both animals and smells, and something that used to be simple is now very complicated.

~sigh~