Lulu, what are you doing…?! Don’t make me come out there!
It happened today: we got snow. Not a simple dusting but a few inches. So that pretty much kills my walks to and from the bus stop; Walmart is dangerous enough on a normal day but downright hazardous during winter. Menards doesn’t like keeping their parking lot clean. The Ross doesn’t bother to plow the walk near the road. So I’ll have to go in fairly early and wait it out. Winter wonderland, my ass.
Since this was the first substantial snow of the season, we were slow. Painfully slow. I should be grateful, as days like this will become fewer and much farther between, but it was a little too slow for my tastes. I hate to see the weekend.
Prime hasn’t been feeling well; he seems to be doing better now but had to skip work for a few days. At least he wasn’t miserable, so there’s that.
This is one of those days where I tell Lulu that she’s a lucky kitty. She was a stray. Now she’s got a home, toys, yummy food, a nice blanket to curl up in, and people who love and adore her. She’ll never have to scrounge for food or try and find a warm, dry place to sleep ever again. I think she knows that we love her; she’s taken to jumping into my arms and cuddling with me every chance she gets. She’s also dozed off in front of me; cats only sleep in front of those they trust. Looks like she trusts me. ❤