I said a prayer for the burnt-out kitties, hoping they were finding places out of the wind where they could gather some warmth. Their people had been working on getting heat in the husk of the house on Wednesday. That they could devote so much time and energy in the face of their personal disaster toward comforting and collecting their cats tells me their priorities are right and that the cats are in good hands. They won't be given up on.
It was about twenty degrees at home, but even with the brisk wind, Cissy was out in the cat run when I arrived.
My hardy Alaskan cats think that 20 degrees is fine spring weather.
It was about twenty degrees at home, but even with the brisk wind, Cissy was out in the cat run when I arrived.
My hardy Alaskan cats think that 20 degrees is fine spring weather.
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