Back when one of my cat photographs made it into The New York Times I promised to show off more pictures of my subject and her offspring. It’s been a few years, but I’ve went through my archives and collected some them here for you. Let’s start with my favorite, the matriarch: A first-generation feral cat, she was never given a proper name, although some of us came to affectionately call her Flohschleuder (“flea sling”). She never strayed too far off, but always kept her distance. In all the time I’d known her she didn’t have any direct interactions with humans, and clearly by her choice, too. She was very aware of us, though, and looking at these pictures I can’t help but think she was aware of my camera, too. Her strict rules of non-contact didn’t apply to her kittens, whom she allowed to come up to us – always under her watching gaze. For play, mostly, but of course they knew that they wouldn’t have to leave hungry, either. It was a win-win scenario for everyone involved. All of these pictures were taken in 2008. Seven years ago! What are these cats up to now, I wonder?