Right now it feels like it's just a matter of survival, of hoping the ferals make it through each day of this brutal winter. I wish there was more I could do for them, that I could bring them inside and warm them up. Hank was shivering yesterday, he's an old cat and I worry about the old ones making it through and my new ones who haven't experienced a winter outside like this before. All I can do is bring food and water and make sure there are shelters, and pray. I've managed to get 7 days of antibiotics into Teddy and his ears are looking much better and he's eating well so I'm grateful for that.
For me too I'm just going from day to day, loading up the car, rushing down on my longer than an hour lunch hour to feed, emptying out the car, doing a sinkload of dishes, prepping the next day's food. I think it adds up to about two and a half hours, perhaps three hours a day.
|A days worth of dishes|
I'm glad Bailey and Gus who were outside got rescued, and Bailey is going to her new home tomorrow. Two orange kittens that Nikki was fostering got adopted by a wonderful couple who adopted a kitten from me earlier last year. Seems like people are interested in adopting cats right now, it makes sense, there is nothing better on a cold night than curling up with a purring cat.