There were no kitties to be found by any of the feeding stations. I left wet food in all the cat cubbies along the trail and even swung back around to see if any furry ones had come by to nosh. Nope, not on my watch. I even scampered under the bridge--good thing I had my bike helmet on or I'd be sitting here writing with a huge bump on my noggin--only to see the back end of B.B. disappear into the rocks near the shore. Checking back 20 minutes later, I saw that neither B.B. nor M. had come to nibble on the tinned lunch. That's a bit unusual, to be honest. I hope that the cats aren't all cowering somewhere remote for fear some dogs will use them as chew-toys.
|A trio of felines, 2015.|