I worry about Next, especially when it is bitter cold at night.
When I pulled in the driveway this morning, I hear him crying to me as soon as I got out of the car.
That's what it sounds like.
I have tried to get him to come in, but he's having none of that. He stuck his nose in the porch door once, and then right out again.
He has a heated water dish on the porch, and he gets fed well, every day.
Up in the loft of the barn, he has a huge box, surrounded by bags of selvedge to stop the wind, and inside it is full of hay, a wool blanket, and a heated cat pad. It is plugged into a no fault breaker on the outside of the barn. It only heats up when the cat lays on it, and then it heats his body to its normal temperature.
So I guess all things considered, he has what he needs.
And he has a solar house.
Which he is smart enough to use.
And we love him up every chance we get.
Sometimes I have to tell myself to let it be.
We do what we can do, and then we have to let it be enough.
But I always wonder about the person who just let him wander off, that person who didn't care.
Without being neutered, he was destined to live a life of fighting and roaming, and generally struggling to survive.
And then he wandered up on the porch at Crazy as a Loom.
Today was a grandkids day. We went to Aimee's dinner and a movie......
Now they're chillin'. One can hope anyway.
Roy loves company. Especially kids.
He never gets enough hugging.
Why the long face, girl??
mmmmm........let me think.
I get that.....sometimes you just don't know where that mood comes from.
And sometimes, if you think about it, you don't have one after all.