After the 9th at Belmont on Wednesday I was taking off my wife's underwear and a miniskirt that she wore in 1971 so that I could go outside looking like a man to lay out a meal for the feral cats. Jeez, I'm laughing.

The beloved wife laid out platters of cat food and I showed up shortly thereafter with the stainless steel "Great Dane" feed dish all loaded up with cans of tuna and sardines.

The large stately female cat Margo went missing a couple of weeks ago but tonight she showed up for a meal (that's her on the far right). She looks to be "too clean" and too-well fed to have been galloping the streets as a feral climbing into garbage cans for food. Somebody nearby has been taking care of her and giving her a good place to sleep.

Is Margo the b/n/w cat on the right in the pic?

Yes.