Why, you say? Because I've fallen in love with Patty O'Malley and Sweetie. And they do NOT live inside. And even though they have insulated shelters, and good food and water MORE than twice a day, the upcoming cold starts putting worry lines on my forehead. For them.
I've tried every day to coax them up the stairway on the back of the house, with little success. They just don't understand what I'm asking them to do. Patty has managed to jump up to Step #4, but he only looks at the ramp and turns around again. I may have to do some serious begging, to get The Hubby to reconstruct the ramp portion, making it more like steps:
He, rightfully so, has doubts about the wisdom of trying to get the 'O' cats inside. Even in their own closed off room. How will it effect Angel and Chuck? I try to tell him, that it will matter to the 'I' cats only if we humans make a big deal out of it. However, I think he hears my voice like WAH WAH WAH, as in the old Peanuts cartoon TV specials when adults talked. The Hubby is focused on Chuck; his health, the remaining time we have with him. Chuck comes first; everything else is secondary. And I feel the same, and yet I know that snow is just right around the corner.
In the meantime, I hear the wind blowing and watch the leaves fall. Because I go inside every night, while one half of my cat family stays outside. I dream of sleeping with these cats, and hope to make it a reality. Until then, I update my temperature chart, and hide my worries under my hat.