Bushy is the last of a family of four that I have been hosting on my porch for the past year. The gray and black mommy, an ordinary domestic short hair, had a litter about 18 months ago in the neighborhood -- three female kittens, more colorful than mom. There are very few stray cats in the area and I noticed them always looking for food. So, I invited them to visit my balcony garden to see if they liked the layout. Mommy came up first to look it over and sample the menu. Then, a few days later, she brought two of the kittens with her before deciding to make it their primary home. The third kitten never showed. She must have decided to leave Naples because I never saw her again. Of course they were feral cats and not amenable to trusting humans, or other animals, but I thought with time, patience, good food and a protected garden to use as a home base they would become more affectionate, but it never happened. Occasional their deadbeat Dad would sneak up to the balcony and steal some food without paying any attention to his family and would run away as soon as I appeared. Then I noticed that Mommy was pregnant again. She was evidentially attracted to the typical "Tom Cat husband" who seldom takes any responsibility for his offsprings or his wife. He would visit periodically to eat and make promises he would never keep. The family wouldn't even let me pet them. All I could get was the joy of watching them attend to their own concerns as if I didn't matter, unless the services stopped. Well the next thing I did was to have the three of them neutered before I ended up with another bunch of guests. First, I thought I would try to deal with it rationally, so I sat down with them to explain the situation. I put out refreshments to get their attention and when they assembled I put the food aside and gave them a lecture about celibacy. Believe it or not, they sat up and pretended to listen to me. It was like taking to teenagers. They looked at me like I was crazy and then walked away. Next, I contacted the Cat Rescue Center and borrowed a trapping cage. Each day another cat walked in to get the cheese and would hear the steel door close behind them. Then, I brought the cage to a veterinarian and took back the cage. I did this four times for three cats. Guess what? On the third day do you know who was in the cage? Daddy came for one of his sneaky visits and snooped his way into the cage and woof, he was captured. I ended up with four neutered cats. Dad didn't come around too much after that because both Dad and Mommy were both stripped of desire. Over the next few months, everyone disappeared except Bushy. Mommy just left without a word to me. Actually, one afternoon I spotted her strolling along Vanderbilt Drive with her good-for-nothing husband looking like a senior couple out for a causal walk. Now, Bushy is the only pussy cat left in my garden. She was always my favorite although I was careful not show it in front of the others. I am still suffering the sting of unrequited pet love, but I think in time, she will learn to trust me. I do love her.