This time I went back there with some cheese and left it by a dumpster to see if she would eat it.
When we saw it again she ran behind the tool shed again. I couldn't believe a stray cat had made it up into the hills this far from society. A week later after finishing our camp hosting duties, we saw a little stray and very frightened black cat run past the ranger shed. We were really out there in the middle of nowhere, cell service and a grocery store over an hour away. I said that because I knew it was very unlikely. Only if it was a kitten in the woods that needed our help.
'Maybe it's a kitty that needs our help!' 'In the middle of the woods?' I said, and we determined it was a tree in the wind.
Walker got excited because it sounded like a cat. One night while volunteering with the park service at a campground at Alsea Falls, OR, we heard squeaking outside.
