And I'm not talking about the "oh, your blood has just thinned out so much that a 60 degree day is cold to you" kind of cold. I'm talking about a "dang, its 38 degrees out and I haven't turned on the furnace and perhaps I should" kind of cold. Or a "OMG, it's forecasted to snow in Houston tomorrow" kind of cold. Take your pick. And I hate this kind of cold. I feel like I'm being duped. Yes, luckily, it is temporary. I hope.
My dad is doing okay. He's leaving on Saturday but we're not going to think about that right now. James buggered me into putting up the tree so we'll think about that right now. We'll think about that and how one of the kittens is being a very good girl about the whole thing and one of the kittens (we won't name names but it's Bella, the calico) cannot seem to help herself and sneaks over to first, sit under the tree, then, brush whiskers against the tree. This is soon followed by hesitant little bats at the ornamaments...finishing with wholesale, candy cane ripping, glass shattering cat attack. No, she hasn't climbed it-yet-but let's just say that I fully expect to wake up to that one of these mornings.
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We used to put a baby gate (think Rug Rats) around the tree to protect it. This year we're putting it in the room the dog's not allowed in (has a lockable half door)because she's just too big for a gate to be sufficient.
Glad to see you blogging again! At some point I will probably start up again too, but it's so hard to start again once you've stopped.
One of my cats is 15 years old and she STILL manages to climb the tree at least once every Christmas.
I'm sure that a few of your neighbors who know you're a transplanted Michiganer have blamed you for bringing the winter weather down with you!
Hehehe...Nance. More than a few.
come talk to me when it is -4 then i might feel bad for you
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