I know it's been 3 weeks since our last post, but we had our reasons.
Daddy Kiril has had a lot on his mind and also been working extra hard due to the busy Holiday Shopping Season for the humans, including lots of 3pm to Midnight shifts meaning getting home later than usual.
If you are interested here are his 4 most recent blog posts. I know he'd love it if you left a comment or 2.
Oh, and notice something new in our post footers and on the left side of the screen?
Here in Texas it has been Cold. As. Fuck!
Every FREAKIN' inch of it....some parts much more than others.
Snow and hail and rain in the northern parts of the state so, I mean, it’s a fair assumption that this thing the humans call a "Blue Norther" is seriously unfriendly to felines living in Texas, hell, the whole country based on images I've seen.
Since just after midnight Sunday morning it's been PREOW! cold.
Cold as a Turkish Angora's Ass. Cold enough to pierce a Persian's Pecker.
Cold enough to worry a Maine Coon's Balls.
Cold enough to freeze this Tortie's Tits.
It is abso-fucking-lutely MEUOWWWFULLY cold as MIAOUW!”
He had to walk 30 min. from his job to the nearest bus home in this windy cold and all he had to wear was his Dickies jacket, his Real Men Love Cats sweater and his Stetson hat, and no gloves for his hands.
At dawn it was 32, 38 around 9am and 41-43 the rest of the day, feeling like 30.
When he got off work Sunday night/Monday morning the weather was, as he told me later, "Cold as a Warlock's balls" outside as he took his midnight walk to the bus stop.
He said the temperature was 32, feeling like 16, according to the weather info on his cell phone, at 123oam this morning.
Norwegian Forest Cats and Siberians might love this stuff, but even my Maine Coon mentor, Mr. Nikita, would have been a bit cranky. I'm sure of it.
On Saturday afternoon the extent of the difference in temperatures in the state was amazing; one town, in the panhandle was at -7...while a town on the coast was at 91. In between the daytime temps ranged from 1 to 85 as the storm barreled south and east.
It was still 77 in Houston, at 1opm Saturday, but then, in just 2 hours...
Daddy left his old, worn out, comforter on his futon for us to sleep on while he was at work and today, his day off.
Nice and warm, especially with us kitties napping close together.
It is 45 outside, as I post this just after 730pm, and will get down to 35 over night.
To hell with this! This Pussy is going to go back to taking a nap in the warmest spot in our apartment, damn glad Daddy Kiril has kept the heater on since he got home from work Sunday morning.
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****UPDATE - 12/22/16****
Sneakers has a follow-up!