I hate winter!

I've never been a big fan of winter, but now that I have the ferals to care for, I truly hate it. I hate it not just because it's not nearly as much fun feeding, but mainly because I feel so bad all the poor feral cats that have to live in the cold and snowy conditions. I worry about them all the whole winter. This winter seems to already be nasty, this last week has had snow and bitter cold. The canned food freezes in minutes so if they don't get there right away it's dry food only.

We've set up shelters for them and there are lots of spots to get out of the cold and wind but still...

Our new feeding station has been getting some action.

This is Clyde, one of Clayton's two cats that we are feeding for the winter. Clayton works in the boatyard and smarter than the rest of us, has gone to Jamaica until March.

Here I am, a very unhandy person, building a shelter out of styrofoam sheets. Once the roof is glued on and it's filled with straw, it's a toasty spot for the cats to get out of the weather.

Can't wait until the winter is over (and it hasn't even started officially). Sigh.