Saturday, January 21, 2012

Where is Pumpkin?!

Two days ago our area was hit with a major winter storm--a deep blanket of snow followed 48 hours later with a severe ice storm. That second storm coated all of the trees with a heavy coat of ice and therein was the reason for the devastation. Hundreds upon hundreds of trees snapped in two, limbs sent crashing onto power lines, cars, rooftops.

We were so very lucky. Unlike other communities, the area in which we live has underground utilities ans so we were spared the days and days without power. Our home was not hit by falling trees. But our 1.5 acres looks like a war zone. Countless limbs have crashed upon beloved trees, shrubs, and flowrbeds, and three huge trees fell across our private road--our only way in and out.

After several days of cutting and shoveling, we made our way out and with 4-wheel drive got our older daughter to work. My husband left home at 9pm this evening to pick her up at the end of her shift and bring her home. But something was amiss.

Where is our little guy? We called and called for Pumpkin but he was no where to be found. My other daughter and I looked everywhere possible (closets, behind cupboard doors, etc.). I even looked in the impossible places (such as the dishwasher and the refrigerator).

Finally, long after returning home with daugher number 1,  my husband went out in the garage and there was Pumpkin. Wet, cold, and shivering. Apparently he had slipped out some time during the day while we were going in and out of the house. We're guessing he might have even ventured outside of the garage--but thankfully there was 10 inches of snow on the ground to convince him that doing so was not a good option.

I don't think he'll want to leave our house again any time soon.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

He's probably concerned about our diet

I have planned a "comfort food" meal for this evening--home made macaroni and cheese.


I set the bag of dry macaroni on the counter. Silly me! Pumpkin grabbed it with his teeth and ran away with it, as fast as he could, into his "cube". It took only seconds for him to totally destroy the bag and have macaroni scattered all within his hide-away.


..........what else can I cook for dinner?


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Ten minutes later -- I thought once he had nabbed the dry macaroni our dinner would be safe. Now he's chewing on a sack of frozen green beans.


Is nothing sacred?