As I'd feared, it was a hummingbird. I let him put it out of its misery (I didn't stay to watch, but I hope he did it quickly.) The small bit of remains he'd been playing with earlier was probably part of a hummingbird as well. Hummingbirds are pretty hard for cats to catch, so Shorty must be really fast, and a really fast learner. I do hope he doesn't catch any more. I love my feral cats, but I also love hummingbirds.
A bit of warmishnes is coming back over the next couple of days, but the nights will actually be getting cooler. By Saturday the low could drop down to 59. That's cool enough to justify putting on a sweater when I go outside, though I don't think I will just yet. I'd like to revel in the chill for a while first. I've got all winter to ward off the cold with layers of clothing. For now, I'll just take pleasure in shivering.
The supermarket ads went online today, but I haven't looked at them yet. I fear that there will be some good buys, and the fact is I've spent just about all of this months grocery allowance already. I hate to pass up a good bargain, but I'm afraid I'll have to this week. I really need to build up my bank account after paying the enormous property insurance bill. At times like this I wish I was young and really good looking, so I could sell naked pictures of myself to make a few extra bucks, but nobody would want naked pictures of me the way I look now.
Hey, maybe I could get people to send me money not to send them naked pictures of myself? But, no, Donald Trump probably has that market cornered. Guess I'll have to think of something else.