Even though the thermometer said -2 degrees, the sun was out making it feel much warmer, and the cats were out too.
Jackson and I shared a happy moment. He is the only one we can pat.
You can tell the winter is hard on the cats. Biff seems to have an upper respiratory infection. I could hear him breathing as he drank what seemed to be gallons of water. The cats go straight to the water when we show up. Now that it's cold in earnest, their water is freezing and canned food will too after an hour or so.
Here is Tina tucking in a feeding station just outside the trailer. We make sure there is lots of hard food and try to leave just enough canned food so they all get some, but not so much that it freezes and is wasted.
Over at the pontoon boat, the cats that used to be known as tree cats have totally adjusted to their new spot. No more ducking amongst dumpsters and dodging trucks, much safer for all of us. This is Queenie and MC.
Here is Queenie, MC, Stumpy and Rusty enjoying their meal.
For the winter, we also have the responsibility of feeding two cats belonging to one of the guys who works at the boatyard. He has headed south but the cats are not so lucky. At least they have each other.
