Who

One of our cats, Chainsaw

Is working twelve hour days, seven in a row, outdoors in all this weather?

Not us. We work some hours, but surely not that many in the winter. And we mostly work in the barn except for the boss getting wood and taking out the cow poo.

No, the correct answer is the construction crew Al and his uncle are on, working just up the way on the other side of the river.

We see him for a few minutes most days and we feed him. Actually he went out and got a big bunch of groceries yesterday so we could be better prepared for that task.

Wish you could hear the story about the monster in his grouting hut yesterday. He was warned to be careful going in, as there were "coyote" tracks right up to the door.

He went in really careful and found a monster tom cat snuggled up to the heat vent (have to keep the grout from freezing). It went ballistic, bouncing off cement and metal before finding egress and hiding under a trailer. Someone who shall remain nameless teased him about being nervous about a little kitty cat until the giant beast ran out in front of him. Eek!

I don't know where they come from, but it seems as if there is an endless supply of gigantic grey or black tom cats in this area. We always have one, and actually he thinks this is one that was hanging around here a couple of years ago, and they are indestructible and very fierce. They are not ours. They are just here.

We have a big, fat, grapefruit-headed grey right now, hiding under the machinery, sneaking into the barn, and beating the heck out of all our cats early and often. Maybe they come up from town. Not a fan.

Chain is tiny compared to the wild toms