It was shattered yesterday. A sweet and mild day full of drips of melting snow and bird calls and soft sun was followed by a punch in the nose of a snow storm. I can easily ice my armpits in the backyard without lying down and the squirrels need some extra bounce today.
But a bigger storm will hit tonight. Hurricane Tasha is coming to stay. I have put little PostIt notes that read "This belongs to Finnegan. Do not touch," on all the furniture and my toys and water dish and food bowl. The cats are teaching each other how to plug their ears with their paws and they keep falling over in their attempts. My Person seems absolutely oblivious (what else is new) and isn't preparing nets, dungeons, chains, separate dining facilities, ANYTHING! I better put one of those PostIt notes on her.
So I am enjoying the quiet - broken only by the growls of snowplows and the snaps of snow shovels and people's backs. And waiting for the real storm to begin.
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