The cicadas all vanished from the back porch sink last night. I guess the feral cats are eating them, or maybe it was the black cat from across the street. He thinks he lives here now, even though I chase him away all the time. Last night he was sleeping on the chaise lounge, while the three feral kittens slept in their chair a few feet away. I think maybe black cat has been neutered. He doesn't pester the kittens, and doesn't pick fights with Portia either. Neutered male cats sometimes get very mellow.
In fact the only reason I'm still running him off is because the cat food runs out so fast with him eating it too. I run him off, but he still manages to sneak back when I'm not looking and devour every scrap. Apparently the people he lives with don't feed him, or don't feed him anything he likes as much as the food I leave out. If they move away and leave him behind, I know I'm going to end up feeding him indefinitely. A big bag of cat food doesn't last long with six cats eating it. I'm hoping for more cicadas to turn up tonight.
The day was sunny but chilly, and it's already down to forty degrees now, and still dropping. I'm going to go curl up on the couch with a cat and a pile of blankets and watch television. This room is just too hard to keep warm in.