I woke up this morning at 7AM knowing that actually it was 8AM and feeling dumb for the habit. Still it meant I was able to jump into my day early and work on some schoolwork. So I noodled around in the morning, typing this, typing that, and then I snacked around 11-ish, and then I wrote some emails, and then I went back into the kitchen. Boring day, really. Then I looked out the kitchen window and spied the cat that is living in the brush near the barn. It is fully grown, black with white gloves and boots, and I think chest. Very pretty shorthair, and very skittish. I thought that it should have some food, so I went outside and called ‘kitty-kitty’, at which point it sauntered into the protective underbrush. Still, I left it some food in a dish.
I am worried about the poor thing spending the winter outside. I want to save it, adopt it, give it a home. I think it was once a housecat, but has gone astray. I will try what I can. At least it can take refuge in the barn if the weather turns too ugly. Sweetie Pie knows all about it, too. She’s not too keen on the idea, and tends to run away if it comes near.
This morning there were flurries of snow on nearby Winchell Mountain, and the smallest of flakes here, for about 2 minutes. Winter is coming. Oh, kitty-cat, stay warm and safe in the barn!