I’m in the deep South where we usually die from heat stroke. This winter has really been bad, down in the teens with wind chills in single digits.
I have 3 barn kitties, all started as ferals that I got from a local rescue lady. One is still skittish but loves my Pitbull and lets me pet her. She sleeps in the tackroom on a pile of fluffy pads and halfpads I put down for her. She’s doing fine.
The most feral kittie I just see rarely. She is now a giant orange fluffball. She comes in to eat when no one human is around. I don’t know if she sleeps in the barn or not, but I suspect she does. She also has all the Shop buildings to go in, one or two doors are always open. I see her skulking about the fencelines but I have to be careful about eye contact - that makes her vanish. I always talk nice to her in case she hears, but I was informed she is a “true feral” and to just let her be. I have 3 bowls of kittie food in the horse barn in different areas.
The third kittie is my Demon Cat - bent on ruling the world. She has beat all the neighboring dogs in to submission, including my Pitbull. She has attacked my boot-covered legs as well. (So I punted her like a football) She is a giant (beautiful) fluffy calico with lovely black eyeliner around her green eyes. In the very worst weather she was out with me, fixing pipes, hauling water, and she purred constantly while I nearly died of exposure. She sleeps in the full wind of the barn aisle, curled up in a cushioned lawn chair, where she can survey her kingdom. She gallops out to meet me in the frigid temps through snow, frozen mud or puddles. I was not greeted by her this am, nowhere in sight. I was devastated. Then here she came, trotting from the far corner of the property with some poor little bird in her mouth.
I bring heated water out to the barn at least twice a day this winter, that’s what they really need. I have towels and quilted horse blankets bunched up in the hay if they choose also. Usually I see 'nests" in the leftover hay piles in the stalls.