The nor'easter blew in after midnight dumping a good half foot or more of snow before turning to rain thus creating a mid-afternoon slushy mess. Artie went out mid-morning to tend to the cats before the rain arrived. He found one of the light grey ferals sitting on the porch waiting for food. Not too trusting, the cat disappeared as soon as he saw Artie. Snow was cleared away, food dishes refilled and fresh water placed out. By late-morning, the majority of the food was gone and there was visible evidence of the feline traffic in the form of footprints to the bowls and shelters.
I'm glad my ferals know our front porch is a safe haven for them, a reliable source of sustenance and a good place to call home.
|Paw prints to the shelter and the food bowls.|
|Maybe the second shelter's occupant was still asleep.|
|Close up of tracks from the street to the front door.|
|Tracks from the front door to the steps & going to the shelter.|