They do say that a favourite pastime of Canadians is talkin' about the weather and do you know what? Peeps who say that just might be right! Yup, I'm a Canadian kitty and I'm gonna be bloggin' about the weather... AGAIN.
As you may recall, my brother Seville and I recently teleported to Ottawa and had a little chat with the peeps runnin' the Worldwide Weather Offices, Forecasting and Control, Canadian Division. We discovered some interestin' stuff while there but truth be told, even after our visit, our weather was still pretty weird.
I don't know if there's such a thing as a weirdometer but if there is, last week's weird weather would have been registering super high on one. Hmmm... like a heatwave only instead of degrees of heat, it would measure degrees of weirdness. We were havin' a weirdwave.
You know... if there isn't such a thing as a weirdometer, I should invent one 'cause I bet there's a market for such a gadget. Probably a really good market, too, but I digress.
Anywho... it all began a week ago today. Last Wednesday mornin', I awoke to find that school had been cancelled due to an overnight snowstorm. To be honest, the cancellation of school didn't affect me in any way 'cause the schools that were cancelled were all schools for peeps and not cats. The snow had stopped snowin' but there was white stuff, everywhere. Guess the snowplough peeps needed to clear the roads and whatnot before lettin' the school buses out on 'em.
My driveway was pretty snowy, too. I was tyin' on my new size zero snowshoes and gettin' ready to head out to trek across the driveway when our snowplough guy arrived. MOUSES! He ploughed most of the driveway, ruinin' all my best snowshoe trails, before disappearin' off down the road. I was just about to toss off the snowshoes when I saw Peep #1 putting on her jacket and getting ready to go do some shovelling. She had caterwauling practise that night and needed to shovel a path to the car.
So I supervised the peep while she shovelled a path from the backdoor to the car and then cleared all the snow off the top of the car and all around it, too. While watching her work, I built a snowcat. FINALLY! Yes, it was good packin' snow and excellent for building snowcats and whatnot. The peep complained that it was kind of heavy for shovelling but I just ignored her, blissfully happy that I was finally gettin' to build my cat.
It was around four-thirty when Peep #1 and I headed back inside. The peep had to have a shower before caterwaulin' and I needed some rest and relaxation after my strenuous snowcat building. I prepared a bowl of hot nip cider and settled in on the couch, in the family room.
Two hours later, Ol' Peepers was puttin' her jacket on and gatherin' together her music for her caterwaulin' practise. I watched her pull on her boots and grab the car keys before heading out. While contemplating whether or not to have another bowl of nip cider, I was surprised to hear the peep coming back indoors. I figured she must have forgotten somethin' and went back to my contemplation of the cider.
What happened next was completely unexpected. The peep took off her boots and coat and returned her caterwaulin' paraphernalia to the piano. Apparently, she wasn't going anywhere after all. You see... when the peep drove to the end of the driveway, the car headlights shone through the darkness, illuminating a two foot high pile of snow blocking her path. She had been ploughed in. MOUSES!
And let me just add, the peep said "MOUSES!" quite a number of times that night, too.
I heard Peep #1 threatening to take a blowtorch to the snow at the end of my driveway which scared me for just a moment because the thought of my peep let loose with a blowtorch is a pretty scary thought but then I realised that the peep doesn't actually own a blowtorch so there was nothin' about which to worry. It occurred to me that she might take a blow dryer to it or somethin' but then I realised that although the peep does have one of those, it appears to have been lost. At least, it hasn't been used in years. I kind of wish she would use it though. Her hair has been lookin' rather wild, as of late, and perhaps a blow dryer could control it and bring back some law and order or somethin' to that head of hers. MOUSES!
So that was Wednesday. Thursday morning arrived and guess what... another paw or so of snow had fallen overnight. Once again, school was cancelled. Once again, its cancellation didn't affect me so I really didn't care.
I watched the peep trudge through the snow, taking the garbage to the road 'cause every second Thursday is our garbage day and for the last six weeks, every second Thursday we have greeted the morning with a paw or two of freshly fallen snow. In fact, ever since Sivvers and I teleported to Ottawa and fiddled with that equipment in the Worldwide Weather Offices, Forecasting and Control, Canadian Division... Nah... That couldn't have anything to do with it. Could it? MOUSES!
Anywho... garbage was dealt with and paths were shovelled. Our snowplough guy arrived and a little somethin' was discovered about his ploughin'. He's supposed to plough along our side of the road if he comes before the street plough so that the street plough doesn't plough us in. Until that day, Peep #1 thought he had been doin' just that but on Thursday, Peep #2 watched snowplough guy and for some weird reason, snowplough guy was ploughing on the OTHER side of the road and bringin' all that extra snow over to us. This kind of explains the huge mountain of snow that has accumulated at the end of my driveway. I'm not complainin' though 'cause I'm pretty sure I'll be able to ski on it as soon as my size zero downhill skies arrive in the mail.
Anywho... like clockwork, right after our snowplough guy came, the street plough arrived and, once again, there was snow piled up at the end of the driveway. Luckily, the weather was warming up and the snow was softenin'. The peeps had to go out. Peep #1 was driving and she just took a run at the pile of snow and ploughed right through it. MOUSES! Yup, that's just what I said as I watched her swerve this way and that but she made it through. I believe one calls that determination. Good thing, too, 'cause I was in need of some snacks.
Friday mornin' was uneventful. On Friday night, however, it rained. Yes, RAINED. One might even say, poured. And there was thunder and lightening, too. The lightening was particularly bright because it lit up the sky and all that light was reflected off all the snow still on the ground and you'd swear it was the middle of the day for a second or two. Very strange, indeed.
By Saturday morning, the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky and it warmed up, a lot. In fact, where there had been snow in some of the paths, all that was left was slush. I tried to build another snowcat but let me tell you something about building snowcats with slush... IT DOESN'T WORK! Don't even bother tryin'. You'll just get your paws all wet and icky. That's what happened to me, anyway.
I guess that Saturday was a little taste of spring but really, it arrived too early and I suppose that's why it fled and is now hangin' out with that groundhog, in Shubenacadie, named Sam. The cold has returned and any slush on the ground has frozen and although there's still a lot of snow around, it has a hard icy crust on it and is absolutely impossible to dig in or use for building snowcats.
My size zero downhill skis have not yet arrived but I'm hoping they'll get here soon before the peep attacks that mountain of snow at the end of the driveway with her hair dryer or somethin'. In the meantime, I'm thinking of borrowing the spare tire from the trunk of the car and taking it for a spin on that mountain. I hear that tubing on an icy surface is a lot of fun. Wanna join me? Afterwards, we can have share a bowl of hot nip cider and some snacks. An excellent way to while away a winter afternoon, I should think. Very excellent, indeed.