I’ve been wanting to write this post since I saw snow for the first time but I kept forgetting. Then, I saw this post from Texas about NYC feral cats so I am finally writing it.
I didn’t like snow at first. My toesies got cold and I didn’t know why. It was very cold out and that got me thinking about my cat mom. She was never found.
She is a feral cat like I was. For all we know, she’s still out there. She might be cold. She might be hungry. She might even have more kitties now. Or be pregnant again.
What if she’s sick? Who’s gonna help her?
My human mom always keeps her eyes and ears open to any signal of feral (or stray cats) around the neighbourhood. So far, she hasn’t seen or heard any.
But I worry about my cat mom. All alone in the world and not spayed. So I worry about the kittens too, if there’s any.
I like snow now. I go out on the balcony, and play with it. I love to dig. But my human mom is always there with me, making sure I’m ok. And when I get cold, we go inside and my mom hugs me and makes me warm again. But what about my cat mom? Who’s gonna keep her warm and safe?
I wish for my cat mom and all kitties out there, to get their own humans to love!