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No Matter Weather You Like It

So… It is cold in Alaska. And snowing in the northeast. At least this is what they are saying on the Book of Face. I wouldn’t know because I don’t watch the weather.

And because in Cheyenne – that’s Wyoming – it is in the 60s. In January.

This is bad news for hockey players with outdoor rinks. But it is great news for kittens.

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Smell-o-vision is ON.

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Muted

Obi here.

The Girl is still sick and Oliver is giving her purr therapy. Let me tell you what I think is wrong with her.

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Aunt Staci turned off OutTV. She slept on the couch and didn’t want it distracting her or something. I thought it would be turned back on but then it got really cold outside.

Really cold.

So cold that it is cold inside, too. The people turned off ALL the OutTV in the house to protect us.

That can’t be healthy.

No Mo Snow

Ah, Wyoming. Where it snows at least once every September. Always. In spite of this being a fact and required by the laws of nature, it always catches us by surprise when the severe weather announcements start.

And we try to deny that is happening.

Which is why it was 40 degrees and raining a fat drizzle on Thursday afternoon when I started the desperate process of bringing plants in from the cold. My pepper plant and eggplant have just started making fruit (remember the hail storm in late June?) so I’m glad they are in pots.

Obi is glad, too.

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He’s been asked not to sit in the parsley this year. Nobody said anything about the oregano.

The First Smell-O-Vision of Spring

I’m sitting in front of the space heater in my office because it’s the coldest room in the house. Colder than the basement, somehow.

But it is 61 degrees outside so Kitten Thunder is enjoying some smell-o-vision upstairs on the cat shelf.

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The expected high temperature tomorrow is 33 degrees.  Ah, springtime in the Rockies.

Fleet-o-vision

For dinner tonight, we had dark cherry pork loin that I made in the crock pot. We also made the last of our Japanese yams. I sliced them thin so I could saute them quickly. And, as happens when I am near the white cooking box, there was smoke.

Obi did not approve.

The Boy proactively pulled the smoke alarm off the wall.

Yeah.

So, as The Boy was finishing up the salad, I opened a window in the breakfast nook and the window in the powder room to clear out some of the smoke. Then we went to the living room to eat.

Obi and Oli were very consciously NOT coveting The Boy’s meal. Obi was on the back of the chair. Oli was on the arm of the chair.

I ate in peace.

When dinner was over, I closed the windows. “No!” Obi cried. He was watching that! But, while it is warmer in Wyoming than the rest of the country for some reason, it was still only 40 degrees and smell-o-vision was indeed turned off.

There was nothing for Kitten Thunder to do but retire to the condo and glare at girl-o-vision.

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The Fruitless Covet

On Sundays, The Boy and I have salmon for dinner. And Kitten Thunder gets to lick the plates. It’s a nice tradition. Today, though, the shelves at Albertsons were bare due to shipments not arriving. I’m thinking the weather, not so bad here, was bad enough to close roads elsewhere.

So we have no milk.

And we got no salmon.

Instead, we had some tasty cow. The Boy used the grill – it was a balmy -8 degrees at the time – to cook the cow and romaine halves while I sauteed some yams inside. The kittehs were excited.

Obi kept getting up on the coffee table, at eye level with our plates on the TV trays. He is not allowed on the table during dinner. He knows this. But this knowledge did not keep him on the floor.

Oliver had a different plan. He waited patiently at our feet. He was actively NOT coveting the food, never looking up at us. On any other night, we’d have been pleased by this behavior and rewarded him.

But there was no reward for the grey kitten.

Steak juice makes Oliver explode.

And there was no reward for the brown kitten. Because he was bad…and because it would be wrong to give him steak juice in front of his brother.

We rinsed the plates the old fashioned way – in the sink – and put them in the dishwasher.

And Oliver settled for a snuggle.

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Obi, inspired by the book he read last week, has written a kittaiku about the event:

Grey kitten eats beef
His stomach then rejects it
So brown kitten suffers

There’s Nothing on TV

Right this moment in Cheyenne it is eight degrees below zero. Even by Wyoming standards, that’s a wee bit chilly. In fact, a bunch of people have looked it up and we’re colder than many places in Alaska this week.

Aside from the five hours I had to walk around the downtown area in a blizzard (on Tuesday) and in below zero temperatures (Wednesday), I’ve been blissfully enjoying a career that involves my house, the couch, a blanket and a cat. And a computer, of course.

This morning, though, I realized that the furnace had been running for a while. Like, since I got up. And before that. And, more importantly, I was still shivering under my blanket.

Looking around at my bright, sunny house I realized that drastic measures had to be taken in light of the frigid temperatures. Everyone was going to have to make some sacrifices for the good of the house. Unfortunately…

We were going to have to turn off OutTV.

I went from room to room, dropping our blinds all the way to the bottom sill of each window. At first Obi was interested in what i was doing. Then he realized my intentions and was horrified.

He raced me from one window to the next. “I’m watching this channel!” But I turned it off. To the next window. “This is my favorite program!” Off.

All the programming isn’t off. I didn’t have the heart to turn the OutTV all the way off by the kitty condo. I pulled the drapes nearly closed and dropped the blinds down except for about four inches at the bottom. On, but turned way down. Also, the blinds are broken in the front window so I couldn’t turn OutTV off.

Though without dogs walking, runners running, squirrels scampering or birds hopping…there’s nothing good on OutTV anyway.