The wind is picking up a bit. There’s probably a foot of old snow on the ground. 2 inches of new snow from last night. No snow yet from the Blizzard to end all Blizzards.
I am scheduled to work tomorrow but if there are six foot snowdrifts I just might not make it! We’ll see.
Here’s what I am worrying about right now. My parents’ cat, Max, is here for his annual February stay. For years they have brought him over while they go to Florida for the month. He has enjoyed himself and gets along just great with all the other animals. I swear they all know which ones are just visiting and which ones are staying.
Anyway, Max is 16 and had a cancerous tumor removed from his mouth twice in Oct. and Nov. of 2009. Since then he has been kept going with prednisone shots to keep the inflammation down and he has had well over a year of good living which he was lucky to get. But, he’s here now and he looks like a bag-o-bones and he’s not eating or drinking. He has that “old cat with uremic syndrome” look. Ken’s going to bring home some fluids and he’s already had another pred. shot last night, so if the fluids don’t perk him up I am afraid he is unperkable.
Really I think it might be easier on my parents if he dies here with us. He has been like a child to them for all these years.