Ping! Ping! Ping!
Yes, freezing rain and sleet.
Reluctantly, the 3 of us got up to check it out.
The Oh Wow cat went out in it for about 3 minutes, while Puff Daddy ate her first breakfast and we all went back to bed.
1030am: The sound of a plow.
Hey, the driveway is plowed.
My neighbor is so thoughtful.
However, it is still raining and it looks mighty icy.
The Oh Wow, or OW, as I shall refer to him, went out once again. This time for 4 minutes.
Another feeding frenzy and the 3 of us went back to bed.
At 5pm, I am up again, feeding you know who.
OW is out. I expect him in about 6 minutes, since the temperature is slightly higher.
I had a festive meal of kettle corn and lefse, and a beer.
When the weather is frightful, my appetite gets goofy.
This is the first Saturday, or any day, for that matter, in many moons, that I have not ventured out to raise havoc.
Maybe winter has a hidden agenda: to force us to stay put and rest once in a while, to catch up on our beauty sleep and bond with the wee beasties.
I wish OW would hurry up.
I have the heater on in the bedroom and I am ready for my 3rd nap.
At this rate, I will be as gorgeous as sleeping beauty tomorrow.