After the getaway at Gulfstream I was all "hooded up" under a heavy coat as I got to the side door to take care of the feral cats. The big tom Sad Face, who does not live here, was up on his haunches against the door crying out for food when I got there. It was 9 degrees outside with some wind blowing. I went out and picked up the frozen-solid water bowl to thaw it out.
I laid out warm water and figured the best I could do was to serve a lot of cat kibble. I picked up the 16-pound bag of Purina Cat Chow we keep and loaded up lots of bowls and dishes with it outside. Sad Face got into it with gobbles as if he hadn't eaten in days. This long cold horror with a blizzard thrown in (due to break on Monday) has made the cats lay up in shelter and live off the fat in their "belly bags" but they still do get hungry. Wet food and the cans of tuna & sardines I normally serve freeze in a hurry.
Tonight the forecast says Long Island could get under zero degrees as I give the finger to my Al Gore global warming poster.
Some cats were here tonight for kibble eats. A few cats were behind me when I snapped this shot.
Mr. Orange was sitting on steps by the side door. He is an emotionless cat and bothers nobody. He eats well, is very healthy and treats me like the flunky that I am. I pet him now and again while he's eating and he tolerates that but never looks for attention and rubs like Tuxedo, Garfield and Catty Patty do.
