It is cold in Chicago. Bitter cold, like it usually is this time of year. We have been spoiled by above average temperatures quite a bit of the winter. ( January days that reach 50 degrees are not ok either, but that’s a different story.) I hate this time of year. Not only was I not designed for winter–I am always cold and frequently spend winter shivering as I try to not feel like a block I am encased in a block of ice–but I also spend far too much time worrying about all the ferals.
My girls outside have it made. Little Black and Mommy have a wooden house my dad and I built for them. It keeps them off the ground and provides a nice break from the wind. It is big enough for the two of them to move around a bit and to snuggle right next to each other. It has warm linens to snuggle in and, best of all, a heating pad! When it gets cold enough, like it will tonight, I like to toss a few of the Snuggle Safe disks in to provide a little extra warmth. Apparently they didn’t like me bothering them tonight. When I tried to add a disk tonight, by sliding it in the front door of the house, I got a gentle but definitive smack from an unseen paw. Sadly, my response was only to laugh at this and leave.
It is not my girls I worry about so much these days. Between their house, their heating pad and each other they are as comfy as they can be. I worry about every other cat I have ever seen I the neighborhood, I worry about Marius, Scruffy, Papa, Poosh, Cow and Cow’s mom. Do they have some place warm to stay? Are they shivering all night in a garage somewhere or do they have a friend to s juggle with? Is someone else chairing for them? Are they freezing or just chilly? I suppose they don’t know nothing different; it would be far worse for a former house cat an it is for a kitty who has never known a warm home. Still, I can’t help worrying about these kitties who I have agreed to take care of(even though I never see its of them.) if I could just see them, or even if I cared for the. In a colony, I think I would be more relaxed, less worried about them.
Worrying and not knowing is one of the hardest parts about caring for community cats; one of the hardest things about caring in general.