Bitter cold

As with much of the rest of  the nation, we’re in for some bitter, bitter cold.

We had a snow whomp on Thursday night, receiving about six inches in a couple hours.

This came on top of a very windy day. Unsurprisingly, we lost power last night as a result. It’s times like this we are beyond grateful for our wood cookstove.

Oil lamps provided light.

This morning, Darcy came back from his walk with his feet covered in “jingle balls,” as we call them.

He spent 20 minutes chewing them off.

Because her side of the house doesn’t get heat from the wood cookstove, Older Daughter opened the (normally closed) connecting door to warm the place up. Of course this meant Frumpkin had the run of the full house. And where did he park himself? Under the parrot’s cage, of course.

Darcy was a good boy during Frumpkin’s liberty and behaved himself.

And Frumpkin was a good boy as well, and didn’t attack the parrot in her cage … though it looked like he wanted to.

Instead, the cat had to content himself with staring at the birds outside on the feeder. Cat TV!

The power came back on after about 18 hours, thanks to those thankless heroes, the hardworking linemen of the power company.

The wood cookstove isn’t going out at all for the next few days as temps dip so low. But our weather isn’t anything compared to what they’re getting back east (“Hurricane-Force Blizzard Could Hit Northeast Next Week, Weather Forecaster Warns“).

Stay warm and safe out there, dear readers!