After the getaway race at Gulfstream park I told the wife that it was Saturday night and that as a man and old Marine I was going out to take care of some pussy. She told me that I had a great idea but to make sure I heated up the cans of chicken she had purchased for the feral cats and to lay out extra kibble for overnight grazing. And to make sure the water bowl was cleared of snow and ice and had good warm water in it. Lordy, I still love the teen bride a little bit but I still have until May to opt out of the 45-year marriage tryout while we're both still young and can start new families.
The cats were eating well and in great health with great shelter awaiting them for overnight:
