Thelma, the beauty who just showed up. She shows signs of having been an inside cat - loves to have her tummy rubbed, has been spayed; but only rarely acts like she wants to come indoors. Which is good. And if she were an indoor cat, she has adapted really well being outside. With her long hair, it hasn't been a problem keeping it un-matted.
Today Tommy is calm, not sneezing at the moment; Lucy is watching birds from the window. If I did try to acclimate Lucy to the outside, would the other cats be accepting? Would they run her off? Would she know how to survive? Could she be taught to go through the pet door in the garage. These and other pressing questions go through my mind daily. The little box in the office isn't too bad. The utility room has more space and I don't have to worry about any odor, though I clean it out daily. So far Oscar has only tried to get into it once back here in the office, and I shooshed him out. I haven't set it back up on something - that may have been part of Tommy's problem with it - it tipped forward once when he tried to get in, dumping him and a lot of the litter on the floor.
So that's the cat-lamity. I love them. They may be getting to be too much for me. Lucy is sitting on the printer now.