It was warm outside for February and the nightcap at Gulfstream was just up in some diminishing sunshine. But up north in New York that 23.5 degree earth wobble has us on a downward move but not near sunshine going into 6 p.m. yet.
I turned on the side light. There were some cats outside looking for me. I laid out platters of great wet cat food, warm water, kibble and cans of tuna and sardines. Every cat in this photo has been trapped on my property, neutered and returned to my property no matter where the cat came from.
Look at the center of this photo. That huge thing is Sad Face and he doesn't live here. The cat just to his right staring at him is Nasty Mom and she doesn't live here but those two cats are why every other cat in this photo DOES live here. It was a violent, noisy, and turbulent street marriage before cattrappers.org and I got it stopped with some unknown DVMs that volunteered their time and skills for zero dollars to neuter the cats.
