At each of my spots, these cats are so hungry when I arrive. None ever have food left, what meagher amount I leave for them they gobble, and then maybe a raccoon or three come along and finish it up. So they don't eat I am sure for the rest of the day and night, not like our lucky babies that we have inside our warm homes, where they have a plentiful supply of food set down for whenever they feel like eating. It breaks my heart.
I heard on the news this morning that we would have a cold snap in November, a warmer December, and in January all hell would break loose with bitter cold and major snowstorms. I am dreading this. Not only for myself - which I could really care less - I love all four seasons, and love a good snowstorm, but its these poor animals that will suffer out there. I dread dragging my shovel out after, or during a snowstorm, and shoveling out a path for them to get to their food supply, if they are not already huddled in somewhere already.
So please consider taking one of these sweet cats that sidle up to me each morning, begging for a home. They make the most affectionate cats because they are so thankful to you for saving them.
Have a great day!
"Your not a failure until you stop trying."