It has snowed considerably in the last two days, and I must devise a cover of some sort for the food bowl, as it is filled with snow every night. The water in its bowl takes care of itself, the snow, landing in it and melting, merely adds to the quantity.
Yesterday, before more precipitation fell, I came home from work and it was still light enough to check if any cat had gone into the new hotel outside. None had, but it may be that one had inquired at the front desk. It was difficult to tell if these were paw-prints or not, but I like to think they were, and that at least one cat has shown interest in reserving a room.