There was a foot and a half of snow on the ground and I wondered when the cats had eaten last. I asked her when the tenants had left, three days ago she told me. That was it; I grabbed some cat food and asked her if they had any plastic containers I could use. I couldn’t have the cats in my house because of allergies but there was no way I could let them starve.
I paid for the cat food, went up my driveway again and then I lined up all three containers, filled them with food and then came back with a bigger container full of water. Then I went into the house to see what would happen and how long it would take until I saw some movement.
It wasn’t long at all before I saw a pink nose quivering just shy of the shadowy darkness, it hovered there for a moment, then back it went, only to reappear a moment later with some whiskers this time too. I could tell it was one of the little twins. So timid it was, coming out slowly, eyes wide with caution, little pink nose never letting go of the promise of food. Then it was eating with gulps so big I thought it would choke! Eventually I trained them to come to the back patio for the food and water so that the rain and snow would not make it swell.
It was supposed to be a temporary thing, this adoption of these three furry orphans. Just to give them a fighting chance over the winter. But it seems that my heart has come to enjoy their presence and their routine. They are still quite flighty and will run at the sound of the back door opening, but I hope that will change.
I am not quite sure what to do about the crows and other birds that come to steal their food. At first I took to the patio every time I heard them cawing to their counterparts, I must have looked like a mad woman flailing my arms in an attempt to scare off the black feathered jackals. But even if I did, it didn’t seem to faze them, they would just come flying and hopping back again as soon as I left or closed the door. It would make me so angry thinking of them stealing the cats food! It infuriated me to think that they would take from these little souls who had so little.
So now when I hear the call of the crows, I don’t worry as much. It will be what it will be and it will be perfect as it is. And hopefully in the summer, we will have 3 more cats who love to play Fetch.