Wow. In Texas, I don’t remember ever getting sleet like this. It has been going on virtually non-stop since this morning. It really looks at times like the Morton Salt Girl has mobilized a fleet of UFOs to dump white grains from the sky by the ton. OK, maybe that is too much of an exaggeration (though I do keep picturing a giant can of Morton Salt being poured over our town). How about this one: Like the hourglass from Days of Our Lives was the size of the moon and it cracked while hovering somewhere over Missouri?
OK, that’s an exaggeration, too. Still: That’s a lot of sleet.
Bringing me to the cats outside. We have two cats that hang out on the porch behind our house (not counting the one that lives here), one of which we have good reason to believe belongs to a neighbor, with the other being potentially homeless.
For quite some time they would hang out looking pitiful and hungry until we finally began leaving a bit of food out there for them. (I know, big mistake. Still, it’s hard to look at those little cat faces wearing that, “Please, sir, may I have some more?” expression. Oh, who am I kidding?–Cat’s don’t even have decent eyebrows, let alone facial expressions! Not like dogs–but don’t get me started on that. Perhaps I should get back to the story…) Eventually, the bit of food turned into a bit of food and a bit of water, which then grew to a small box with an old towel in it for the seemingly homeless one.
Now, with both of them shivering outside today, sitting as close as they can to our house to get away from the sleet, and looking into the kitchen through our patio door, the one small box with an old towel in it has turned into two small boxes with old towels in them. Next, I envision buying them a condominium in Maui.
I appeal to you gentle-hearted-yet-rational-minded readers: What is the proper etiquette for such situations? How far is too far with such sympathies? Any similar tales out there that turned out well — or poorly for that matter?