Sarah came to stay with us. Her entire town lost power the first night, so she loaded up her car and came to see us. We lost power for a few hours late Thursday night, but it was back up by morning. However, I just got my internet back today, due to the ice accumulation on my dish.
It was a good thing Sarah was here. She kept me productive. When I would have sat on the couch and read a book all day, she busted out the dad gum quilt square for her sister's graduation quilt that their grandmother makes them. I felt compelled to work on mine too. I hate being crafty, and dang it, I already did 3 crafts for Christmas! I thought I was done with all things crafty until at least December 14th, when I would officially become panicked about the homemade gift exchange for my family...
But I showed Sarah! She is currently napping on the couch after finishing up her block. I decided to show her who's boss, and catch up on all of my blog stuff. Of course, I also worked in cooking all of the meals, the laundry, baking a batch of cookies and 3 movies since the storm started... Oops, I think she's starting to stir. I need to hurry up and get to the point of this post so I can get back to the quilt block before she wakes up!
Last night as we were eating dinner, Studmuffin said, "Has anyone seen Oliver?" All action stopped. You see, last time we had a cold snap, he decided he was a house cat. Every time a door was opened either a dog was running out as he was dashing under the dogs legs to get in, or 2 dogs and him were trying to run over the top of the children as they came in covered in snow and ice. It was like a menagerie in this place. But, back to Oliver's whereabouts...
"Well, I thought he was hiding in the garage all day."
"We saw him under the bedroom window when we were playing."
"I think he ran under the garage door as I was leaving for work, because it raised back up as I was driving away." Oliver is famous for dashing back into the garage after we've chased him out when we leave. You have to stay and make sure the door is all the way down, or he will dart in at the last minute, and we'll come home from being gone all day to discover the door has been up.
Well, none of these statements told me for sure that Mr. Flufferpants was okay. I got up from the table and opened the garage door. He was not on his usual chair, or in his usual corner where he hides when he doesn't want to leave. I opened the garage door, and he didn't immediately dash in. I called him. No mass of black and white fur came running to me. Holly came to the back gate and stretched and whimpered to me, but no Flufferupugus was to be seen.
I decided to check out the front door. I opened the door. Nothing but snow and ice met my eyes. I called again.
No response.
The family, obviously deeply concerned about the whereabouts of our precious Lord Fluffy was finishing up dinner and had broken out a carton of Braum's Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup frozen yogurt. Glad to see their distress was not affecting anyone's appetite!
I put on my coat and snow boots and headed out to look for him. I decided I should check the back yard before I got too adventurous. I stepped out the door, called his name, and...
He walked to the door of the doghouse. He stretched, blinked, yawned and looked at me. I called him, "Oliver! Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."
He blinked his eyes at me, stretched one paw out the doghouse door, to daintily touch the ground....He quickly snatched the paw back, keeping it poised in the air as if it had been burned, and let out a long, demand "meow." Which, in my expert cat wisdom immediately understood to mean, "You are out of your everfluffin' mind if you think I'm walking across that snow to get to you." And since, I understand cat lingo so well, I climbed the 2 foot snow drift off our back porch, walked to the doghouse, and scooped the big ole ball of fluff up.
And carried him to the safety of the house....
Where he promptly laid down in the middle of the floor....
And proceeded to show the entire family his disgust at being left in the cold all day....
by falling asleep right smack dab in the floor where every person that walked by had to step over him.
2 comments:
Poor Oliver---So mistreated. He is the biggest ball of fluff I have ever seen. I wish I still had my Oliver.
Too funny! That is one big cat! :)
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