The feral cats will be less sanguine tomorrow, as my failure to go out today meant that I also failed to get another bag of cat food, and the next chance to get one won't come until Saturday. I have to keep enough for Portia, she being the privileged indoor lap cat, and little will remain for the feral cats. They'll probably get a small breakfast Friday, but no more until Saturday afternoon.
One of them might not feel like eating anyway, because I saw him stalking a frog next door this evening. If he caught it and ate it he'll probably be sick for a while. Frog, like lizard, doesn't agree with kitties, but I've known them to eat both beasts anyway. I was actually a bit surprised to find that there even was a frog next door. I'd never heard it croak until today, and this is quite some distance from the nearest wet area. I hope the cat didn't catch it, not only because I don't want the cat to get sick if he ate the amphibian, but because a frog who survived the freezing weather a few weeks ago deserves to live to greet the new froggy generation that will arrive this spring.
Possible rain tomorrow and Saturday, and no likelihood of a freeze at this elevation, will go some way toward redeeming a January thus far sadly lacking in virtues. I wish I could have gotten my head yanked today, though. My neck is very uncomfortable.
