A few days ago, a beautiful, long hair gray kitty showed up at the feral feeders. She was heavy with kittens and I was so afraid that she was going to have them in this frigid cold. It took some time, but I finally coaxed her into the shop with food and once there, a welcoming fire in the wood stove and some warmed food and heated water must have convinced her that life here is pretty nice for cats. She is now sitting by our front door in a carrier, covered in a blanket on her way to get spayed (if it isn’t too late that is). If it is too late, at least she will have these babies in a warm room with humans at attendance to see to her needs. I am calling her Ghost because when she came out of the ice fog to eat- that is what she reminded me of. I am thinking we have time because although her nipples are visible, they are not yet swollen with milk. She has a bad URI though- this cold weather has been hanging around for weeks now. It doesn’t usually get this cold until after Christmas. Right now we are sitting at 25 degrees.

I had to take Fletcher and put him in the main enclosure. He is my porno kitty 🙂 He is also the strongest Alpha kitty that I have met in years and he is bouncing off my other outside kitties, running around like a terrohist and when I am feeding in the morning- he is gobbling all the wet food. He is plump and furry and the others are hiding way under the house and the food hasn’t been touched for days. So I sealed off the tunnels to the house and put him in the main and will be working with him to further socialize him. He’s a gorgeous kitty but he likes to bite hands and ankles and as stated his strong alpha tendencies are still roaring despite being neutered months ago! I’d love to get him into a barn somewhere and that will be my goal after the holidays are over. But for right now- he has a huge enclosure to prowl in, heated beds and heated water.

There’s a kitty I have seen a few times (again in the narrows) who does not have this and I am trying like the dickens to capture this orange kitty and get him/her safe as well. I sometimes, I wish I didn’t have the eyes to see what I see- but I have been this way my whole life.

Mike loves to tell the story about my first trip to Denali National Park in Alaska the summer I went to visit him. We boarded the shuttle bus and it goes around the park because at that time, cars were not allowed beyond a certain point. The bus driver aka “Guide” was supposed to point out wildlife- it wasn’t happening. I looked out the small window, and up on the mountain, I saw a small shape. I asked Mike “Is that a fox?” It was indeed. For the entire ride, I was the one shouting out the location of the wildlife that I saw including something rarely seen a wolf! People were running to our side of the bus to take photos and see the wildlife that the “Guide” missed. It was weird and kind of funny. When I left the bus, the Guide hissed in my ear “Don’t come back on my bus EVER again!” I assured him I wouldn’t. Anyway, these are the eyes that God gave me along with  the daunting mission to help those in distress.