During the two-week-or-so span of ice, snow, and bitter cold we had recently, my ferals disappeared completely. After a few days without a single nibble from the food shelter, I cleaned it out and put it away (as soon as I could walk outside without slipping on the ice), thinking that my boys and Gracie had succumbed to the winter weather. It's a sad fact of feral life, after all. Yesterday, however, who should show up at my back door but SamIAm, Punkin, and Gracie! None of them looked like they'd been starving, but I can't look into those kitty faces and not put out food, so, of course, I did. Just stamp "SUCKER" across my forehead.
I couldn't tell whether Gracie was pregnant or not. She stood up on her hind legs at one point to sniff a blade of pampas grass and she didn't look particularly round, so maybe she dodged that bullet. She has definitely gotten more feral during her absence, though--and her opinion of poor Minnie hasn't changed. The feeling is mutual.