We are slowly coming out of what should be the last bitterly cold night of the winter. Last night, we dipped to at least -33C/-27F, with wind chills in the -40’s C/F The sun room, however, never seem to get much colder than -10 to -15C (14 to 5F).
The cattens took full advantage of that.
My husband got this picture through the bathroom window last night. From what I can see, there is only one adult in the pile; Broccoli.
As I write this, we’re coming up on 9am. My desktop’s weather app says we are at -28C/-18F still, with a wind chill of -38C/-36F The app on my phone, however, says we’ve warmed up to -26C/3F with a wind chill of -33C/-27F We should warm up a few degrees before I have to try starting my mother’s car. She and I spoke on the phone last night and already talked about rescheduling her appointment, if I don’t think her car would be safe to drive.
While getting bundled up before doing the outside cat stuff, I noticed something that is a first since we’ve moved here.
There is frost on the doorknob of the main entry door! We do have a sheet of insulation between the doors, but it doesn’t cover about 8 inches on the knob side of the door. We’ve got frost on the bottom, and on the windows, but I’ve never seed frost on the doorknob like this before. Not even last winter, when we didn’t insulate the door at all, since the hinges were a problem and we didn’t want to open it if we could avoid it.
I just realized that’s quite the reflection of me with my parka tucked under my arm! 😄
I had another surprise as I fought my way past the barricade of cattens under the old kitchen doors to feed them. Several of them were wanting to get into the old kitchen (which is colder than the sun room right now!), including one of the tabbies. We have several tabbies among the babies this year and, so far, only Judgement, a brown tabby, has been socialized.
I got to pet him.
And I don’t mean just sneaking a pet while he (or she) was eating, only to have him run away. Nope.
After filling a couple of kibble trays, he was still spinning around at my feet, so I started petting him. He was a bit startled, looked at me in shock – then started pushing his head against my hand for more pets!
After that, food was more interesting, but I’m just amazed!
Also… I’m not sure who’s baby this is. We have a dark grey tabby that’s got a bit of white on him, and we have one that’s almost a black tabby, also with a bit of white on him. There’s also a big, fully grey tabby with more spotty markings from the oldest litter that I haven’t seen around for a while. This tabby is smaller.
I’m so losing track of all the cats, but…
Is this a new one?
Unlikely, but possible. The only reason I even suspect it’s a new cat is because I was able to pet it!
I didn’t even try to do a head count. Even the brief time I was outside the sun room was brutal.
Ah, the irony. My husband got me an early Valentine’s Day gift – heated gloves. They arrived at the post office, yesterday. I didn’t dare drive either of the vehicles to get the mail, so I’m leaving early to do it before going to my mother’s.
I’m going to have heated gloves, just in time for the end of the bitter cold!
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Stay warm up there. Our temps have been cold, but not brutal.
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I just got back from driving around with my mother. The car was not happy when I started out, but boy was I appreciating how things just kept warming up!
The wind, however, kept getting worse. So glad to be home!
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