I am attempting once again this winter to provide a warm refuge for a homeless cat or two. No, I don’t mean my apartment. Six is plenty. (I know I said that, with a variation in the number, at four, and five… Don’t interrupt. I’m trying to explain something.)
So I have brought out the tube-house, cleaned it up and provided it with actual straw. The straw, supplied by a generous friend, is what is needed to keep a cat warm and dry on a cold day, or night. So far, however, I have had no guests in Hotel Cosy. Of course, it is early days yet, and we have not been afflicted with terribly low temperatures. But I wanted to open the hotel up for guests to check out, before they check in.
One of the problems is that there may not be any outsider-cat with no shelter of some sort already established. Sable and Sablette, who still come to feed at my place, must have a home of sorts elsewhere; the times between their visits is too lengthy for them not to. There are three other new cats who have visited; I have given them names: Oberon, a big black, long-haired fellow with a green collar; Galleon, a smaller tuxedo, also with a collar, and Nimbus, a majestic long-haired grey boy. But all three may have homes, though they don’t mind the extra bite to eat while stopping at Café Cosy.
However, the hotel is open for business, if there is any business to be had. The restaurant is well-stocked, and the service is friendly. Patrons will just have to ignore the gawkers from inside the neighbouring apartment.