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A couple weeks ago, a mother cat and four small kittens showed up in the breezeway looking kinda sorrowful.  We gave them some milk, they drank it all, and expected more but didn't get any.  The mother cat was large, mostly dark color, and the four young ones were all sorts of colors, some light orange, some black and white with no tiger striping, etc.  There was one kitten of the four that seemed to not fit in with the rest of them, hung back from the other three and when they were all scared, the one ran in one direction the others ran in the opposite direction.
Well the next day, all the other cats were gone but not this outcast as I will call it.  It found a home in the block wall in one of the holes of a cinder block.  When called, it would meow but not come out.  Finally we coaxed it out with food.  It was small, ribs were showing and generally acted kinda weak.
Thus, this cat's nickname got to be Cave Girl because every time she finished eating, she went back to the hole in the wall where her whole body could be hidden.
We finally had to get her to move to the other side of the house because this cave area gets blasted by the afternoon sun.  We did, then she took up residence on top of the front tire of the truck parked in the driveway with a car cover on it.
Now, after a couple weeks, it has grown, is getting to be more friendly, but still not touchable.
Last night, CG became very wary, did not eat her dinner and retired to the car tire early.  That's when we noticed a big black cat in the front yard, maybe 75 feet away--so we believe she knew the other cat was present.  It was then that we decided that CG should spend the night in the garage.  So, we moved food, water, bedding, litter box into the garage, coaxed CG into the garage, gave her some comforting words and left, with a dim light on and the fan moving some air around.
This morning, CG is back to normal, seemed to enjoy the night in the garage. Still wary about the big black cat.


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