It was 19 degrees outside this morning when I laid out a good cat breakfast onto the driveway. Sad Face (who does not live here) was not present.

I feed the house cats a lunch sometime between 11 a.m. and noon and that's when I go outside to gather the empty platters and the huge stainless steel feed dish that had tuna/sardines/mackerel/chicken in it for the breakfast. I did so today. And sitting outside on the driveway was Sad Face. And he stared at me. I stared back at him and told him to sit tight - that I had food for him.

I came back with a platter of warm Friskies for Sad Face and he ate it all. Once he got into the platter I leaned over to rub his head and he shut his eyes, cringed and tensed up. I told him to go eat and he did. That old bastard street tom loves me a little bit and I love him. He could be dead now without the TNR from two years ago but today he's a huge non-bleeding robust male cat living an OK life.