Hay Now

 

True Story: Last week Valerie posted about spotting one of her feral kitties after spending some time worrying about them during the brutal cold we've all been experiencing. I was sitting here typing up a comment to her about how glad I was my feral days were behind me. We were running as many as four heated huts there for a while but all of those ladies and gentlemen have now gone over the bridge....I thought. Just as I was to hit send The Mister said....."hey, there's a cat on the porch and it looks familiar".

It was Smooshie. Years ago he was a regular member of the feral gang. My lady cats loved him but they were all spayed so he didn't stay around long. He was such a handsome boy. He came and went and then one day disappeared. We could never catch him. This photo was taken in 2017. We haven't seen him in many years but there he was beat to hell on the front porch. Wherever he's been, he's had a very rough time of it. It pained me to see him like that. There were a lot of tears. He was never one I could get close to so there's not much I can do. He did remember how to get food and has shown up many times since at the front door for a hot meal. I cleaned out one of our old cat huts and filled it with hay in case he needed a place to hang out but so far he hasn't used it. 

The good news is while I was working on making him a home under the eaves of the house, I found this...

....and this. My narcissus are coming up as are my crocus. The weather is going to be much milder this week. Maybe the old guy will get a break and have his time in the sun. I can only hope.