Nobody enjoys "Big Weather" more than I do. Maybe it's because I lived in Southern California for 26+ years where the weather was usually pretty benign. So I was pretty excited over the past couple of days over the build up that Toronto was supposed to get a huge snow storm.
When I first moved to Toronto, I used to have sleepless nights during the winter due to fretting over the poor animals who had no place to get out of the cold. Because our winters are so long here, I had to let go of some of the feelings of desperation. But it's always hard to thoroughly enjoy a cozy winter night in front of the fire when there are so many domestic animals who are homeless, alone and shivering in the cold.
Yesterday, I was looking through Craigslist as I often do, and stopped suddenly when I saw an ad for "Homeless Kitty Needs Home Tonight" - with THIS picture attached:
I laid in bed last night as the wind howled through my windows and thought of that poor soul outside. I couldn't get the picture out of my head and I cursed the people that dumped him (or his ancestors). I was certain his box had overturned and blew away. Why couldn't somebody get the poor guy a better frickin' box???
Where would he go?
What would he do?
Was I the only person thinking about him tonight?
Did he know that *somebody* cared about him?
The plows are still moving through the city and I'm still thinking about this black and white cat. The rescuers that do feral cat trapping and feed colonies are really the heroes in cat rescue, in my book. They go out in all kinds of weather to insure these poor souls are fed.
I bet those rescuers didn't get much sleep last night either.