I have to admit I like the warmer temperatures, although I'm sick with a cold so mostly inside anyway, but there are no sick days when you feed feral cats. The cats are happy that it's not bone chillingly cold, but now they have to deal with the melting snow and ice and the pools of water. There's hardly a dry patch anywhere and the cats jump from high spot to high spot. On the weekend I was scrounging wood to make little bridges for them to get to their shelters and feeding spots.
|Teddy and Lily, a sad photo in a way, Lily is Teddy's last surviving friend|
|Teddy showing his age|
|Hank picks his way along the ice|
Off to feed and then back to bed.