This is a sweet feral kitty that lives in our backyard in the city. She came to us in a litter of four. For a period of time, all four of them hung out in the backyard. Two of them disappeared (only to find out years later someone across the street adopted one of them), another still comes and goes, he's far too feral to anyone to be captured, and so that leaves this pretty girl. We used to call her "good girl", every time we saw her. After calling her that so many times we shortened it to GiGi (GG, get it? ha). We wanted to take her inside, but after so much time outside, and since our other cats are indoor only, we figured it wouldn't be fair to her to lock her inside when she's used to having her freedom outside, and it would be too hard to keep the other cats from wanting to go out.
She's a tiny thing, probably weighs 2 or 3 lbs at the most. We took her in to be spayed and have her shots when she was old enough (hence the clipped ear, in case she ever got picked up again they would know) and since then, she's stayed in our yard and never leaves, doesn't even go across the street.
She is turning 11 this year. That's old for a feral cat. We can pick her up, kiss her, love onto her, I even carry her around when I'm walking around the yard. But if anyone else comes near, she's gone, under the house. She's a sweet little girl and I wanted to make sure I blogged about her since she is just as important to us as Sydney, Brisbane, and Hobart.