Holiday greetings to everyone.
Saturday afternoon, Gary and I drove down to Eden Prairie and enjoyed an open house at daughter, Tiffany Meyer and Tom Farr’s home. We had a good time eating and visiting with a nice group of friends and family. The roads were quite treacherous though, we counted 11 different areas with cars in the ditch and in one case a pickup was flipped on its top. Our two hour trip was 45 minutes longer that day.
The kitties are in. Here’s how last week went at kittyville on our porch. As temperatures dropped 15-22 below zero the first to freeze was the “heated” water bowl, then the food was quickly freezing into a glob, and the last straw was the frozen litter box of poo. I think the kitties called it quits even before the cold snap though. It was when they took their first jump off the porch into two feet of white fluff, and they shot straight up gasping for air, when they began their campaign to move inside. One cat would get about 20 feet away from the deck, spin around and head right back to the porch, giving the yard an evil look back. Next thing we knew, they were fighting for position to get into the house ahead of the dogs. But it was really when the cold snap froze everything when we all gave up. Gary went out to the porch and retrieved their water, food and litter box. That was it, kitties were inside.
In the beginning, bringing in the cats from the porch they cowered under couches and chairs, grateful to not be freezing outside and sneaking over to their water and food. Life was good. It was the morning of the fourth day when I awoke to a clatter and it wasn’t Rudolf on the roof, it was our cat, in the Christmas tree and she busy removing shiny bling. It wasn’t until I commented on how we moved our Christmas tree into our bedroom closet when a friend, Trish Zieminski of Apple Valley, told me they put up their artificial Christmas tree, tied it to the walls to keep it up, and her cats jut wouldn’t leave it alone. They took it down and put it away, all before their children came home from college for the season. After hearing that story I decided we were lucky, nothing was broken and we can go in the closet when we want to see our tree.
I heard from Dianne Noska this week. We were discussing the horrible cold weather when she brought up their friend, Mark’s banty chickens. If you aren’t familiar, the bantam are a miniature size chicken one fifth to one quarter the size of a regular chicken. So Mark has these chickens and they are free range around his place near Staples. He is regretting his decision to not build them nests as he has been having trouble getting to their eggs before they freeze. Dianne was saying these little bantam’s most hilarious behavior though is when they have their little chicks. When momma detects trouble she gives out a special warning and the chicks dive on the mother, digging into her feathers and hanging on for dear life. So when Mark spots the mother making her get-away from danger, there she is with little stick-like feet popping out of her feathers all over her back.
We are down to just days before Christmas, time to get those gifts wrapped and labeled. There are two jobs around here that Gary and I have issues with: Gary hates painting walls, I hate wrapping gifts. Gary does try to pitch in and do some wrapping, but he isn’t always on top of it, for instance our daughter got her birthday present last week, in a cardboard box. Hey, it’s the thought that counts. Well anyway, we will plug away at the wrapping, I’m not so sure the grandchildren would understand the cardboard boxes under the tree. It loses something in its appeal.
Here’s wishing you and your’s a wonderful and safe holiday.