As I type, the temperature is 24 degrees...... add the wind to that, and the weather wizards are telling us that it feels like 10 degrees. And I totally believe them. This is positively the coldest it's been out here in the hills...... and the wind is just incredible. I am so glad the tree guy was here last week to remove that big limb that was hanging over our deck. I was sure that a good wind could have sent it crashing down onto the deck and that would have meant another project.
The orange cat continues to come back and forth on the porch.... I've been leaving food out there for him, and I sometimes treat him to a can of Fancy Feast, which he gobbles up quickly before turning to the Meow Mix. That cat has been walking around the porch and peering into the glass doors, and he and Sweet Pea have been watching one another. No matter how cold it gets out there, that orange cat is just not coming into this house, and I'm holding firm to that rule. He has enough places in the barn to hide from the cold. I've also got a warm blanket not only inside the cat crate on the porch, but another blanket on top of the crate as well......... you would think the orange cat would cuddle up into that, but he's staying far away from that crate. Honestly, that cat must know that the crate is the first step towards the animal shelter in town.
I guess today will be another soup-making day. I've lost count of how many pots of soup I've made during the past three months. And just the other day, when the temperature was up in the mid-70s, we enjoyed a big salad for lunch and I thought that Spring had arrived for good and this blasted cold weather was just a memory.
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