A Rough Day for Feral Kitties
Well, as they say up in Buffalo, we got dumped on. I, for one, am grateful for a warm home, plenty of food, and good company. Hubby and I tested the Subaru's all wheel drive this morning to go to the diner. We were the only customers there, so we blasted Sinatra and Meatloaf on the juke box. Wilbur is getting his belated white Christmas, and has enjoyed digging and having snow thrown on him.
We haven't seen much of the outdoor cats, obviously. Lots of tiny tracks in the snow...which is deep enough to be over their heads. Junior is hiding in our garage, which has not successfully kept out the snow. Vince crept out of his warm basement in the apartment building next door, and begged to come inside. Against my better judgment (he still marks territory), we let him in. I He likes the fire just fine, and doesn't mind the dog too much either.