GUS AND US - PART 3 - NORMALCY

Things are getting back to normal Gus is showing up for breakfast and supper. It has be raining for a few days and Gus will stay elsewhere until it eases. When he does show his fur is dry, he has shelter. The motion sensor light is going off around 5:30am. I put my clothes in an orderly pile for optimum dressing speed. This morning the light announced his arrival as usual. I looked out the blinds, but he was not to be seen. I continued to scan the area maybe he was waiting under the deck. He comes to the door when we turn the indoor light on. I thought I missed him. I didn’t see the light quickly enough. I decided to open the side door and look. When I pulled it open, there was a thud and saw Gus coming down the deck. Relieved I gave him his breakfast by the door. There is a chair close by and it would give him some shelter from the light rain. I pushed his plate under the chair. He ate like a champ and I put food on his plate two more times. When he was done, he disappeared into the darkness. He might have been going to his next mealstop. Our neighbor feeds the waifs as well, and he has been to her home many times. We think he is using another neighbors shed for shelter. He may even commune with another cat. Cats are practical; I have seen cats that hate each other cuddle together when cold. Once the cold is over so is the truce.

KIT NEEDS OUR ENERGY

Kit, arrives when we are late on the food delivery.

Gus isn’t our only ward. Kit is another in our care. He is bullied, chased and hounded by Gus. Getting him fed is a challenge. We eventually discovered a formula that serves Kit although it is more work for us. Kit hangs out at his old home which is not occupied. My wife takes him his breakfast and dinner. If she is late, he shows up at our house. We think Kit sleeps at another house with other cats and returns to his old haunt to eat. There is something that drives us to get up at 5:00am, trek to make sure these orphaned children are fed. We find ourselves awake early in the morning waiting for the dinner light. Someone has to care about them. There is no better feeling when Gus rubs his head on your arm while you are giving him his food.