White Foot is marking her territory by leaving her scent on a shrub.
Her very white teeth must mean that she was still quite a youngster.
Sad, sad note: The little Waif is no more. It is a complicated story that involves
her being wounded, quite possibly by a rabid racoon, so there was no choice other
than to let her go to her rest. Feral cats, especially in the country, have lives
frought with peril. So while I miss her terribly, I'm happy that I have
these photos for remembrance.

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