Feeding Mr. Grouchy, A Feral Cat
Rain, sleet, nor snow deters Mr. Grouchy from his meals
At 5 am, it is 4 degrees, not as cold as some recent mornings, but requiring multiple layers before stepping out the cellar door to feed the feral cat. There he is, crouching by the cellar door, waiting for me to appear.
He greets me with hisses, snarls, and a slashing paw. I wear protective rubber boots year-round to prevent…