This is the coldest winter I can remember in California. There was the hailstorm. Temperatures have dipped to the freezing mark; there is snow in the mountains. The house is drafty and hard to heat. Iím already dreading my gas and electricity bill this month.
I have propped open the back porch door so Henry the stray cat can come in out of the rain and cold. He has a blanket on the little couch there, and I can see him from my desk. The kittens watch him raptly, as if he were a TV. He ignores them.