The cat is beyond pissed. It started last night, and I should preface this by
the admission that this is her house. If it wasn’t already clear to anyone who
can read between the lines, Darth Jingles may be officially the family pet to
those who give the household a cursory glance, but she’s the one in control.
Last night we had a wind advisory
with just a little bit of moisture. A little moisture, it barely qualified as
rain. Sort of a heavy fog. The Boy tried repeatedly to get her to come inside,
as did The Girl. When she finally did agree to come in, she gave a series of plaintive,
pathetic meows until The Girl scooped her up, wrapped her in one of my soft
towels, and began a fluff and dry routine that would make any hair dresser
proud. The second towel was solely for bundling purposes, which Jingles
approved of.
The Girl carried her around, fawning
over her and telling her she was warm and safe now and similar niceties, then
gave the bundle ‘o cat to me to baby. I didn’t fare as well. Previously mentioned
bundle decided I was not giving her the appropriate level of devotion, and took
off. Apparently scratching her behind the ears wasn’t enough.
Fine, so she retreated to her giant
kitty bed. To the layman, this might be mistaken for a beanbag – one of those really
big ones. As kitten, Jingles couldn’t even climb up on the thing, now it his hers. So she jumped up there, circled to
make sure everything was as it should be (ie The Boy hadn’t left wrappers or
anything on it and any pillows were out of the way) and settled down in the
middle. The exact middle. She won’t move for anyone, sharing is not encouraged
and if you try, she’ll either attack you (most likely the outcome) or leave
(and give you the cold shoulder later).
That was yesterday. Today, Jingles
went out this morning as usual. The forecast showed 1% chance of snow, but there
was an advisory in the mountains. We’re not in the mountains, so not an issue.
Yeah. We have six inches of fluffy white snow and it’s still coming down. I
also have a cat (now dry) stalking through the house with the demeanor of a
caged tiger. Panther – a caged panther. She’s so mad.
I opened the blinds in my room
because she loves being able to see out from that high vantage point, and that
helped a little bit. Dry, warm, can still see – the problem is she can still
see snow. Poor sweetums got used to
it being spring, when technically it isn’t. We had one snowfall back in
December, then nothing to speak of since. She got used to heavy frosts here and
there, maybe an inch that was gone by mid-afternoon, but not real snow. This
just hasn’t been winter like humans think of it, and she was fine with that in
her little feline mind. Someone changed the rules and forgot to consult my cat.
I’m not happy with it, I’ve sort of
gotten used to it being warmer too, but I was worried about the lack of a snow
pack in the mountains and what that was going to mean for the people relying on
the meltwater later in the year. Silly me. This will be good for the farmers.
Not so much maybe for the buds on my fruit trees, but we’ll see.
I’m sort of curious about how a 1%
chance of snow became several inches in just a couple of hours. I thought the
weather service was better than that. It wasn’t just for today either, there
was 1-0% chance of precipitation all week at 6am. It’s still showing nothing
for the next two days, and it’s up to an 80% chance for today. Huh. I know how
it works, but I still have to laugh when I look at that 80% chance of snow, and
then look out the window at the big fluffy flakes coming down right now. I want
to drink hot chocolate and watch a Doctor Who Christmas Special. (And the cat
walks away in disgust.)
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