After all of my Christmas partying shenanigans, I thought the weekends would calm down a bit after ringing in 2014.
Holiday gifts were being worn with pride.
The goodbye to last year was guzzled away by yours truly.
New Year’s resolutions were promised to be followed.
My gulping abilities were being mimicked by a new generation (my heart bursts with pride).
And Ted lazed the days away on his new favorite tissue bed.
But, like most of the country winter weather was headed Nashville’s way.
Because winter weather makes folks in Nashville lose their sanity with even just the mention of frozen precipitation (I shit you not. The grocery stores were nearly out of milk and bread yesterday and local schools cancelled Monday classes by noon Sunday. Yes, you read that right), I joined in on the crazy.
It started by me taking in a soaking wet, shivering, hungry stray that sat by my door in 17 degree weather, greeting me upon my arrival home (and no, this isn’t the same stray I posted about last week. Someone is dumping cats in my apartment complex and if I catch you doing it, I WILL END YOU). Knowing I couldn’t let the little guy freeze to death I scooped him up, dried him off and set up shop for him in the bathroom.
The next morning I took him to the vet to be sure he didn’t have leukemia, kitty AIDS and got him vaccinated.
After he received a clean bill of health, I brought him back home – adding another cray to the notch in my already crazy cat lady belt.
While I let kit cats sniff one another out, Ted was cautious at first glance.
Then New Cat started to explore the mini-manse.
Ted became quite the host after a few minutes, overseeing the little guy’s every move. Even in the makeshift litter pan I put in the guest bath.
While Ted and New Cat never even uttered a meow, hiss or low growl at one another, our house guest made it extremely clear he would rather be outside in the zero degree temperature.
Of course this cat was forced to stay inside a warm apartment with ample food and water. The horror!
I am on the search to find him a home – anyone want a sweet little kit cat between one and two years old? I’d keep him but Ted’s got a food allergy (so low maintenance, just like his mama) and his food costs $60 per bag. Can’t swing that for two cats. So c’mon…who wants a new fur baby?
What better way to end a weekend than with football playoffs? Even little B & B in Iowa couldn’t tear their eyes away from the Packers/49ers game.
After wrangling cats this morning, I was greeted with a slight dusting of snow, frozen shut doors and an engine that refused to start for 10 minutes.
While I poured a bucket of hot water down my driver’s side door to gain entry, here’s hoping I can open it when I want to go home from work tonight.
Hope you are finding yourself warm (with a pantry stocked of bread and a fridge full of milk) wherever you are on this winter day.