Don't know what to purr for

We are now down to just Momma cat living outside. She hides most of the
time. But seems to know that early evening in dinner time. She shows up at
the food and water bowls then. Either she is looking a little better or I'm
getting used to how she looks. She is very dark, but not black. More the
color of mink. Of course its also the color a malnourished black cat would
turn.

I hope tonight I can get some advantage on her. I'm sure she has worms as
well as fleas, but they may have to wait.

Charlie tells be the former residents have been back the last few days
looking for her. I really don't know what to think about that. There is
the part of me that thinks they should fry in hell for abandoning these
animals. And the part that is trying to be glad they even want one of them
back.

They have an eight year old daughter. She had been gone most of the summer
but was back just before they moved. And I know she cared about the cat and
kittens. I feel awful for her in this situation. I know she isn't being
much better cared for than the cats were. Social services is already
involved and checks on the family often so there is really nothing to be
done on that front. She has an older brother who is disabled. Whether it
is physical or mental or emotional I don't know.

I probably could catch the cat for them. But I don't know if I want to. If
they get her back she will stay flea ridden and underfed. And will probably
have another litter to make up to the kids for the ones they "lost". As bad
as I feel for the little girl, I don't want to see that happen.

So please, some purrs for the best that this resolves itself in the best was
possible? Jake will purr his heart out too. Molly can't promise. She is
still trying to figure out why Momma cat is allowed to dine alfresco, when
we insist she comes inside to eat.

Jo