Waddayaknow

 Turns out those ALL CAPS, boldfaced, dire warnings with the, seemingly, promiscuous use of exclamation points from Weather.com were warranted after all.

We've 2 shit tons of the white and not so fluffy stuff out there and more's coming down. The electricity is out. So's the heat. No clue when they'll be back.

Jen, Oni, The Amazing Bob and I will head over to Jen's sister's house, if this lack continues. She doesn't have lights either BUT she has a wood stove. HEAT! We'll spend the evening playing Scrabble by candlelight, quaffing Chianti and noshing leftovers warmed on the wood stove. Camping. Gee, gosh. As romantic as this sounds, roughing it is NOT.my fav thing in the world.

Duh and sigh.

Rocco on the porch pre-Storm of the Century du jour

I went out to shovel earlier and found that, despite erecting a tarp tent over Rocco's cat cave and usual hang out area, our porch was buried under an enterprising snow drift or three. Our bright, feral boy had found another, safer and drier spot to hunker down last night though. He just showed up for brunch and gave me such a look -- 'what did you do with my veranda, good woman? There's cold, wet crap everywhere!'

Good thing I'd cleared a path (sorta, kinda, a little bit) before he got here or there'd have been hell to pay.

Meanwhile, our pampered indoor princess, Coco, is snuggled under the covers. Excuse me, I must now serve her a brunch of Fancy Feast Wild Salmon in bed. Probably a small side of catnip would be a good idea too. And a bud vase of cat grass would be in good taste as well, doncha think?