Hi, Debra. I just had to try a few blobs to match your happy message. Will you take Goldie in when she makes friends? I always ended up adopting and spaying/neutering the ones that were wandered here. For a few years everyone seemed to be dropping off kittens. One was only four weeks old and was raised by my mother collie. She still had blue eyes and was as black as coal. She had running diarrhea, which the vet said came from the shock of being taken away from mother and litter mates--also fright. My male collie just wouldn't be quiet that morning, so my young son went out and found the reason. That was my Pixie, one of the very special ones. I love all my animals, but it seems that one creeps just a bit farther into your heart. I have fed other feral animals, even neutered a stray, but there is a limit to how many a person can have. One young cat, about 7 months, was up a tree crying. She soon told me how much she wanted to stay, and after making numerous phone calls, we realized no one was advertising or knew where she belonged. Six weeks later, as Dennis the Menace once said, the cat fell apart, and there were 8! She had 7 kittens, one by caesarean section! She stayed, but she hated me. That's all right; she was a character, and she loved the kids. O, what fools we mortals are. Or is it "mortals be?" Well, you know what I mean.