Not too much today, unfortunately. Two rescue posts and a Photoshop class will do that to your writing time…
The sun was higher in the sky now, but even in the shelter of the machinery and tools in the yard the air was no warmer. Romeo finished the last bites of his mouse as his littermate-sister, Minnie, came up. “No crunchies today?” she asked.
Romeo began to clean his white paws and chest. “I never feel like eating that stuff when it’s cold. Plus, the hunting warms me up.” He turned to attack a shoulder. “At least when the cold comes, the bugs go. That’s a good thing.” Minnie purred agreement.
Suddenly, both cats snapped to attention as a jingling sound reached their ears. That sound usually meant one thing…and as a slight breeze wafted in, they knew exactly what it was.
Luckily, the black and grey pair were safely behind the wire wall. They could see, and, unfortunately, smell, the smooth, flat-faced dog, whining and scrabbling at the end of the rope its human kept it on. Even though they didn’t really need to, Romeo and Minnie stood up in a seemingly choreographed movement, curled their tails downwards, fluffed up their fur, and hissed threateningly at the dog. It whined, more loudly this time, and put its human between itself and the cats’ yard. Satisfied, the cats sat back down.
“Still,” Romeo continued as though nothing had happened, “if there’s a lot of snow this time, it’s going to be miserable. It always gets so wet.”
Minnie nodded. The men who fed them did the best they could, building shelters for the cats from wooden boxes, umbrellas, and plastic containers, but the weather still got in sometimes, and the bedding the men provided would get wet. The men were good providers, but less good at maintaining; once the bedding got wet, it didn’t always get dry right away. Still, it was better than no bedding at all, like the cats who lived in the trainyard.
And, just because…
…it should be good for a few hundred words at least, eh?