The Battle of the Frozen Tundra continues. Everything that softens during the day with the help of sunshine and sand/salt mix refreezes later in the day. Each time it solidifies it looks thicker and I swear it’s mocking us. The street is mostly clear, except for the edges where the snowbanks melt into it during the day and freeze again at night. My driveway currently looks like a skating rink between the car and fence, and under the car.
Monday’s ice war, lunch, medical adventures, and Market
Basket activity witnessing the parking lot SUV situation left no room
to talk about quite possibly the most important facet of the day. It was one
year since I took Kiki home from Lowell Humane Society. I didn’t forget about the
occasion on the actual date, there just wasn’t time or space to address the Kiki-versary. Today, I
will do better.
Kiki continues her brave kitty steps. A year ago, she focused
on hiding anywhere she could – in the box spring, behind the couch, behind the
chair, in her hidey-bed. Now, she naps and sits in the open and moves around the house
like a ninja, silently and suddenly appearing nearby.
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Kiki in the kitchen. |
Twice this week Keeks seemed to acknowledged there is a world outside and she stared at or through the patio slider curtains. She laid on the cardboard scratch pad that she has avoided for a year. After work, when I went upstairs to get the mesh laundry basket, she was laying next to it and didn’t run away. Not immediately, anyway. It may be freezing cold outside, but lately it seems that Kiki is warming up to life at The BungaLowell.
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