Good morning! It’s pouring right now, and it’s rather warm (42℉):
“But nasty winds are blowing in, Francis, and temperatures are dropping. We hope there’s no ice before our afternoon feeding!”
You’re preaching to the choir, guys. I just had “catering” check the bins, and it should hold out for another day or two (you know how it scares cat-cops to deliver food in slippery weather):”
The rain is blowing right in the cat garage, so the big door is definitely closed:
Don’t bother her, Nikita. Buttons doesn’t often eat with us, and up on the storage box is her special place:
Anyway. . .
We’re glad the ducks are happy! 🦆