So today it was a bit atypical in Seattle. We are getting a winter storm. Snowing, pelleting and breezy all day. Winds are supposed to pick up tonight. I decide I gotta fill up the bird feeders, squirrel feeder, suet feeders and hummingbird feeder. I head out back and as I get close to the coop I see a lump in the run. Oh no I think. I've lost a chicken. But wait I it's black and I don't have any black chickens. I get a little closer and see 2 eyes nervously watching me. The feral tom cat has dug a hole in the run and snuggled down into the bedding. So what's an imp to do. Run for the camera of course. Unfortunately he was gone when I got back. So I return to my chores. A few years ago I got guilted into leaving the garden shed door open for the ferals to get out of the weather. I walk into the shed to start filling feeders and see the old cat blanket in the corner is balled up. I reach over to straighten it up and feel something alive rolled up in the blanket. I don't know who jumped higher- me or the other feral cat. Eventually everything got fed. Imp-gotta start carrying the camera with me.