Thanks for the info. I understand better now.
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First snow of the season today.
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Oh, crap!
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Yes, and it’s been sticking around. Should start melting tomorrow though.
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And it is indeed melting.
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“Lake effect mix” here.
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If it snowed here, it would make the papers.
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Beautiful day today. Actually got some yardwork done.
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Finally had to turn on the heater today.
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It’s cooled down here too, and the cat is curled up by the fire.
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Sigh. I’d like a cat and a fire.
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I’ve got both again tonight. It’s been chilly here.
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We’ve got two fireplaces, but we’re down to one cat.
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I’ve got a fireplace but no cats at all.
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I have a fireplace, but the DIL’s craft table has been shoved in front of it, with piles of things on it and under it.
We’re back to sprinkles of rain. Perfect fireplace weather.
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My remaining cat is rather special. She was an adult rescue, about a year old when we got her, and nobody else wanted her. Some very cruel person abandoned her and her kittens in a cardboard box by the side of the road, on the coldest night of the year, at Christmas 2003 (we’re talking about -30C). She protected her kittens from the cold, but it came at a cost: her left ear succumbed to frostbite, and half of it is no longer there. Anyway, then some good Samaritan found the little family, and brought them in to the Calgary Humane Society. The CHS adopted the kittens out easily, but nobody wanted “Number 54.” Which is what the CHS called her. She had lost half an ear due to frostbite, hardly a perfectly-formed cat, and was scheduled for euthanasia–taking up space, you know, and an adult cat–so no need to give her a name. Just “Number 54.”
I visited the Calgary Humane in late December 2003, a day before she was due to be euthanized, and fell in love with her. She was so glad to be adopted into a forever home, and has spent many nights next to me, like a teddy bear. She still greets me with purrs, any time of day.
Yes, “Number 54” is still alive. Her name is now “Fiona,” and has been for 18 years.
All lives are finite. Ours are, cats are, dogs are, horses are. Fiona is now 18, and she will be 19 in January. But she is showing her age. She has become blind, and uses her senses to find her food and water and litter, but I am always rewarded with purrs when I pick her up for a cuddle. Fiona is a treasure, and as I type this, she is once more again, sacked out in front of the fire.
She got up beside me and bumped my hand while I was typing, so consider this to be a bump, from Fiona.
Wow, Fiona is such a very, very special kitty. Give her a gentle bump from me (and Vienna),
Done. And Fiona returns a gentle bump to Vienna.
Awww. Another bump for Fiona.
Let’s all give our cats a gentle bump.