Our boy cat, Burt, used to love the snow. I think that may have changed about three years ago, during what we refer to as “snopocalypse.” That year we got around a foot and a half of snow in a few hours, which is very unusual for our area. It suddenly became uncomfortable to roam the neighborhood, especially for a cat.
We just got some snow, starting on Saturday. And since Saturday, poor Burt has been sad. He mopes around the house, eats, and then goes to bed. He’ll go out once or twice, but for only maybe 30 minutes and he’s back home, going straight to bed. I’m not going to lie, I love that he’s home more, not fighting, etc. But I do feel sorry for the poor, sweet guy.
The snow has definitely put a delay on some hikes. I have a hard enough time getting out of our little driveway because of the slight incline (a bump, really)! Ha! I love my Mini, but it was not made for snow, I think.
When I got home on Sunday afternoon, I climbed the ladder and started removing the snow from the roof over the back deck. It’s corrugated plastic and I was worried it would buckle under the weight of the snow. My honey obviously worried about the same thing, because he braced it with 2×4 pieces of wood. It’s not an easy or convenient task: I had to climb onto the roof (slight fear of heights) and push the snow down as far as I could, without stepping on the plastic, of course. Then I had to take the ladder to the end and scoop the snow the rest of the way.
The weather forecast is suggesting it may clear up by the end of the week. If it does, and if my car can make it over one of the passes, I will go for a hike on the coast. I have a new raincoat – it’s the perfect classic yellow – and also a new hat and gloves. I think I’m ready! If I can just make it over the passes…
The Happy Viking 