I was minding my own business when my husband called out that I better come 
downstairs. He said that one of my cats, Maggie, was quite upset, looking out the back window and he thought maybe “outdoor cat” might be back and eating, but he didn’t want to scare it.
I went downstairs to check it out and to my surprise, it was not the original gorgeous black cat that I’m used to seeing – instead it was a beautiful, fluffy, orange furball. I’ve seen this cat before too. Both of these cats have occasionally walked through my yard, mostly in the summer and fall… but now I am seeing them in the winter. Hmmm. I have two snow-kitties. At least they both appear to be healthy and I’ll continue to feed them – at least until the harsh winter subsides.
