It’s been a week. Well actually the last couple of weeks have been a huge headache. Snow, wind, cold has led me to cancel my Dr’s appointment twice. It snowed, 8 inches the first time, then a couple of days of sun and the driveway finally got snowplowed out. Only to have it snow again another big snow the next day of an unmeasurable amount, because of the winds that blew for several days. Add in numerous below 0 nights and it was another few days before the drive got snowplowed again. As you would guess, it then snowed again that night, but thankfully only a couple of inches this time.

I felt bad, bad for the nurses, the aides, the Fed Ex drivers and whoever else had to trudge through the snow to the door. I tried my best to at least keep the steps clear, but it was hit or miss if they turned up on the day or days the driveway was actually clear.

With all of the horrible weather, a lot of concern was for “Big Kitty”. A very large, long haired feral cat that we have fed for years. He had been fixed, had his first shots and we had been treating him for fleas and ticks for months. I’m not really even sure if I could call him feral. He loves attention, wants to be petted, and will hop into your lap, that is provided he knows you. Otherwise, he runs and hides like the cowardly lion.

So when it hit 20 below 0 with winds making it feel even colder, we opened the door and let the cat in. Frankie, the Siamese cat we have, loved the idea of a friend. Or it seemed so at first. She tried desperately to get him to play but he would have none of it and would just sit and lounge around letting out a small hiss whenever Frankie got to be too much. They bat at each other, race down the hall, and have a bit of a love/hate relationship. It has definitely brought out the worst in Frankie, she is hyper, getting into mischief and getting a bit destructive.

Monday, Frankie somehow managed to get one of the register vent covers off the floor vent. And yes, you guessed it, she proceeded to hop into the vent and had quite the small adventure traveling the venting system til we got her out of a different vent after she traveled her own little “subway” thru a few rooms.

She has ripped the foam insulation on the door jamb out numerous times. She has opened the under-sink cabinet and drug out plastic shopping bags, boxes, anything light weight enough for her to nudge her way past. Last night I woke up to her having destroyed my clothes hamper. She had literally scratched a giant hole in the front of it with her clawing. (I’ll post a pic later in the comments if I get around to it.)

I’m not functioning on a whole lot of sleep this week. I’ve got a house that needs to be cleaned, three litter boxes (which Frankie has claimed all of them), shopping for a cat proof clothes hamper now, family coming tomorrow, family coming the end of the week, and a birthday dinner to plan.

I keep watching the weather like a hawk, warmer temps this week! Yeah! Freezing rain/drizzle forecast for tonight and possibly a couple other days this week…. boo-hiss. I might have to cancel my appointment for a third time.

I put the big yellow kitty out to do his business, I think I hear him already scratching at the door and wanting back in. Frankie has gone strangely quiet which has me worried that I need to go check on what she is up to. Mom is cat napping in the chair which is surprising with how loud she has the tv turned up.

Somehow, I don’t think this upcoming week is going to be much of an improvement over the last couple of weeks…

Decisions, decisions, what to tackle first? Maybe just crawl back in bed?