Saturday, October 1, 2022

“October was always the least dependable of months … full of ghosts and shadows.”

It's the first of October, and the mornings feel like autumn when I go out to feed my strays.
From the Ring, I think I may be feeding up to four cats now.
Where they come from, I don't know.
If I had my way, and had the money, I'd buy a farm, and start collecting strays.
I'd have to have some source of income, though.
If nothing else, they'd all have to have a rabies vaccine.
I feel better if everything that touches my lawn has that, not that they do currently.