There are now two cats living full time in my detached garage. Spot, a female, was named last year before I could get close enough to tell her gender. Spot has had her shots and is spayed. Jorge was more luckily named. His dramatic yellow eyes in a black face are always a bit startling, like someone opening a door to a bright room in a dark hall. You wonder what he thinks about.
They shelter in the garage and get two small meals a day, plus all the birds and rodents they can eat. No more mice or rats around here. Yes, I feed the birds, too. The bird feeder is out of the cats' reach, so I enjoy the sparrows, cardinals, mockingbirds, blue jays, doves, and others that stop by. Without the cats, we were getting mobbed by pigeons every day. The cats keep the ground-feeding pigeons nervous enough to allow the smaller, more diverse birds a chance. And small birds can get away.
The birds eat the bugs in my garden (along with birdseed), and the cats keep the birds from overpopulating. Balance is good.
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