Cassidy and Sundance began complaining last night when we would not let them go out into the storm. This morning they are still complaining and giving us the evil eye, convinced that somehow we are responsible for all that cold, wet, white stuff piled up on the deck and the yard. So far it is about fourteen inches according to Tom, who spent two hours shoveling and snow-blowing the sidewalk, garage pad and drive this morning. The snow is still coming down and will continue through most of the day.
I am happy to report that the cats are using their litter boxes (one in the laundry room and one in the garage), but they are clearly not pleased. Sorry, ladies! Those are going to be your facilities until April, most likely.
And don't forget -- I am the one who has to clean them! I have already scooped out four bags this morning.
On the other hand, I have little room for complaints. After clearing our drive, Tom went over to our neighbors to see what he can do to help Peggy. (Rich is out of town. Good timing, huh?) Tom talked to Rich by phone this morning and Rich thought his truck-cum-plow would be able to handle the drives, but Peggy and Tom looked it over and decided not to try. Tom shoveled her walks and the guy who did their lawns this summer will be over later with his equipment to clear the drive.
Should I go get the flamingos?