October 31st 2011 9:54 pm
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Saturday brought with it some snow. Those who knew me last year (pre-amputation) know that snow days were horrible days for me. I hid, screamed, and hopped about on three legs.
I'm still hopping about on three legs, that's a permanent thing now, but winter time is so much more pleasant without the pain that my leg brought me.
The house heat was turned on a few days prior to the snow storm. I know Mama had been wondering if I was going to continue my "face baking" ways of previous years in front of the heat. I was pleased to supply her with an affirmative answer to that question. (If you can remember, the x-ray from my good leg, did show last year the early signs of arthritic spurs in my foot. I wonder how that's doing a year later and being now my *only* [back] foot?)
As soon as I discovered the lovely heat emanating from the wall, I resumed *my* position in front of the heat and there I stay until I want to eat or get a drink from my personal fountain or some cuddles from Mama or Papa.
The day of the snow, all was still light outside yet. A darkened, snowy type of light, but I could tell it was daytime. Nuk and Gabby were asleep on the bed and I was happily face-baking.
Then a horrible thing happened, my heat started to go away. Very slowly it left me and did not return. I sought out Mama and lodged my complaint. I meowed and meowed in much the same way that I *demand* to go out on the back porch, but my heat did not return.
I complained to Mama some more and she tried to explain to me that we were powerless.
If we are powerless, she is powerless to provide me with heat. Unacceptable. I snorted my displeasure at her and hopped back in front my heat. If it was coming back, I would be there meet its return.
The light grew darker and Papa came home early from work. "Papa, papa" I cried. "Mama has no power to give us heat." Papa told me of a time when we had oil heat and ran out in the middle of the night. Before the oil truck came to fill up our tank that night, the cats who lived here were so cold themselves that they ended up coming under the covers to keep warm, with Mama and Papa.
Nuk paced around the house, aware that something was different. Gabby begged for food. Mama lit candles and placed them up high. Papa got the oil lamps ready and they discussed what they would do for supper.
The house grew dark as evening approached and still my beloved heat had not returned to me. Finally, 6 hours after my heat had abandoned me, with a flash it returned! Then it left again. It returned and left, several more times before the night turned again to morning. But, it never again left me completely. I said to the heat "I will make you a deal. I will not abandon you and you will not abandon me, ok?" ... and being heat (and not intelligent) it said nothing.
*sigh* humans just don't obey... every year i tell mine that i am not willing to accept that white stuff that always comes with breezes that freeze the region opposite my beautiful face... taking your heat is just SO mean!!! the least they could do for you is have a generator connected with their bikes. that will keep them warm and make your heat run steadily... Oh Sweets,
I love the heaty thing too...here it comes hissing in little clouds out of a peculair metal contraption in the corner. I love it! When it was on it was so pleasant.Then it goes away. And the room is chilly again. And I complain loudly. Mommy tells me she doesn't have anything to do with it. She tells me that the 'Super' puts it on, and it comes and goes. Then she puts the soft and warm blanket on the bed for me. Bella, I have heard, also is a heat lover, and when the room is warm and toasty, she's more comfortable.
We're glad it came back, Sweets. And we love your little heat story because it's just how I feel.
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October 31st 2011 at 10:56 pm