Marianne was here today, and she thought the cat I saw last night might have been one we saw at the neighbors’ house last year. I was relieved, and I didn’t see it today, or at night check. Unfortunately, as I write this, it is eating dinner on the porch, having shown up at the window at 9 PM. The neighbor cat was orange and white, but short haired, and this one has long hair. Definitely a stray, and I will need to trap it, but it is just too cold for that tonight and, probably, tomorrow. Damn people who do not fix cats!
The birds were hungry today and they provided some fun pictures.
Mostly goldfinches, with a junco and a tufted titmouse 
Cardinals in flight 
A tufted titmouse 
Titmouse incoming 
Titmouse in flight 
Blue jay in thought 
Blue jay on the wing
I did take pictures of hoof prints on the lawn. Whenever I look at hoof prints, I think of my brief sojourn in nursing school in England. I walked on Clifton Downs and saw hoof prints, and cried for lack of horses in my life. I shed many tears in Bristol. Soon enough, I remedied that, though it was a painful decision that has reverberated across the years. I never forget, though, how lucky I am to be surrounded by hoof prints of my own horses now. Perhaps not these particular runaway prints, but most of them.
Hoof prints on the lawn
The horses had a pleasant day. Bart warmed himself with a layer of shavings when he came in this evening.
Arthur came upstairs several times to visit.
The rug is a fairly frustrating problem, as someone seems to think it is a fair place to pee. We are trying to dry out the Urine Destroyer with space heaters and chairs to elevate the rug. Life with animals is never boring. Though sometimes stinky.
Bitter cold tonight and tomorrow, but the sky promises clear weather ahead.
A cold January sunset
I will not be blogging tomorrow. Meanwhile, stay safe, stay well. Peace.
Is Roscoe reacting to the intrusion of Arthur? Your bird pictures are great. I love to see them in motion.
Roscoe is resigned to Arthur’s intrusion, I think. They ignore each other. Arthur is still leery of dogs, so he retreats to the basement after a short visit upstairs. And Roscoe will NOT go to the basement with that interloper down there. Litter boxes are available upstairs and down, so it’s a détente. Which is a relief!
I am not at all happy about adding another cat to the mix in the barn or shed. It’s too cold to trap until tomorrow, so I keep hoping the orange and white one will move on, but I haven’t had much luck that way!