OK, it's a couple of degrees above freezing on Long Island and not as cold as northern Minnesota but when the teen bride rolled up the driveway coming home from grocery shopping at ShopRite near sunset every cat we know was near the side door waiting for a dinner, even the intact tom White Leg. I laid out a new large bowl of warm water and extra kibble for openers before preparing extra platters of wet cat food to go along with the tuna and sardines that get doused in warm water.

Cats are tough creatures but the group outside that was born here and the cats I captured and neutered last year are dear to my heart. That's why I feed them and have provided shelter for them. I still don't know where Ol' Sad Face lives and I don't know where Nasty Mom bunks but I love them too.

goin' to heaven