Not exactly the kind of weather you'd wish for to kick off a new year. I can't remember which day it was when the sun was shining.... Christmas Day, maybe? It seems like it's been raining ever since.
The stray dog was here the other day. I had been saving up the last bits of Fancy Feast that the cats always leave in their bowls (and then won't eat afterwards). And my husband bought a small bag of dog food for the stray. So her last meal here was a mixture of dog kibble and leftover cat food. Unlike the cats, that dog will eat anything. When you're a starving dog, there's no such thing as being a picky eater.
The orange cat has also been back, sleeping in the little cat bed that I put out on one of the porch chairs... guess that crazy cat finally came to the conclusion that it's warmer in a cocoon-shaped bed than under the guest cottage. And crazy he still is, that cat. After all this time, he still attempts to swipe at my legs with his claws even as I'm trying to pour Meow Mix into his food dish. Stupid cat. Can't catch him, can't tolerate his rudeness, but he's here just the same. And no, I can't stop feeding him, because I know that he's not getting his meals from anywhere else but our porch.
As I type, I can hear the moo-ing of one of the neighbor's cows. Sad sounds, so I'm guessing that her calf was taken away. Either sold or taken to market. And being 'taken to market' means ending up on someone's hamburger roll.
Good grief. I wish the sun would come out.
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