Icy sliver of air that blows under the kitchen door is moseying around tonight, looking for warm toes to chill. Dark comes too fast and winter keeps thoughts alive. Thoughts of heated summers and do my loved ones have warm blankets in their homes tonight? Where are the cats that eat my gifts of chicken on the good plate? Cats with skinny little legs, the ferals. Tea or coffee? Another cinnamon roll? Absolutely! The warm blanket hides what summer clothes do not.