Well, it’s finally stopped snowing sometime in the night. Hopefully, now the town will actually start to dig out. I asked the part time retiree that works with us, who’s also on the town council why they haven’t started plowing the town. He didn’t know why they hadn’t started. (Yesterday afternoon). But according to my weather app, we had over a foot of snow in 24 hours.

It’s a heavy wet, Rhode Island snow. It was a bitch to shovel at work, and I’m not really looking forward to shovelling my walkway. But we’ll deal with that later. I’m hoping that it’ll warm up quick enough, that I don’t really have to do too much.

Maybe that’s wishful thinking. But I’ll take it.

So I get a text from my mom yesterday morning, asking if I could help her with her big cat. Phoebe. Phoebe is a large girl, and over the last week, has had some blood in her urine, and isn’t eating too much. I helped my mom take her to the vet. She got weighed, and officially is 25lbs. I was playing with the vets cats, and my mom asked if I would like her to post on the towns bulletin board asking for a kitten for us. I said sure. Within an hour or two, I had a couple of texts from people with orange kittens. One was 7 months old, and the second one was 6 weeks old. I replied to the text with the 6 week old kitten. Tomorrow, we’ll be heading to a local farm, to take a look at the little guy.

Pippin could have a tiny brother by noon tomorrow. Crystal has been telling her all about the new little guy. Pictures soon.

Coffee first.