Colony Cat No More

When I first moved into our first house, there was a 40+ cat colony nearby. When the man feeding the colony moved away, some cats left and others looked like they were starving. As we had 2 indoor cats of our own (Merlin and Morgana), I couldn't take any in, but we had to help.There were a few sweet ones I found homes for and some sickly ones that we took to the pound. About 4-5 remained in the neighborhood, all fixed and seem to be doing just fine. There were 2 siblings, one grey and one orange striped that I fed everyday. Sr.Georgie and Gweneviere. Sr.Georgie was the farm cat and he ranged far and wide, but Gwen needed more loving. She would come to eat, have her belly and head rubbed and then leave. She was at our house almost daily for a year. One day, she didn't come back. She didn't come in to eat day after day. We searched and searched but she was gone. A whole year went by and one night my husband saw her down the street. He called her name and she came running the whole length of the street into his arms. I woke up the next morning with her in bed next to me talking and purring and kneading the bed. She was skin and bones. Since that day, she doesn't leave the house to roam anymore. Gwen is now my cat. She loves to meow at me and follow me from room to room. Or just sleep on a random bed in the house. She loves kids and dogs. Gwen also loves to chase tennis balls, but only when no one is looking.
Esther
Davie, FL