Temperatures here in my part of the globe have fallen tremendously in the last week. Right now, at noon, the temperature is -22° Celsius (-7.6° Fahrenheit), with a wind-chill of -31° C (-23.8 F). This is about as cold as I can bicycle for any great deal of time.
Of course, more important is how the outsider-cats fare in such weather. I have my tube-house ready for any homeless felines, but, while someone, according to pawprints seen, investigated (probably due to the catnip I scattered at the entrance and inside), no one has come to stay. Food has been eaten, but what they probably need most is water.
The heated water-bowl has been working over-time. On the weekend, the bowl froze over every hour or so. I kept smashing the ice and adding more water, but it was a losing battle, especially at night. I thought to myself that the bowl just wasn’t meant for such extreme temperatures. But yesterday and today, it has been coping well. Crystals formed prettily around the rim, but the water remained liquid - all when the day’s temperatures are comparable to the weekend’s.
The difference, I think, must have been the humidity. That quality was high on Saturday and Sunday, but has lessened considerably since. It is something in connection with which I will keep watch. Last night, when the water was liquid, and the heated bowl was bravely fulfilling its purpose at -35°, someone made little pawprints in the snow, directly to where he knew he would find a clean drink. I would hate to have any of those little feet find disappointment.