2019 has been pretty unremarkable so far. We’ve had a lot of the usual Southern Indiana winter weather. It’s quite a mix but often warm, usually cloudy, very brown, sometimes rainy, and occasionally snowy. A few days were warm enough that the Ladies were allowed to sit at the open back door to survey their domain.
There is not a lot to survey, though. The only bit of natural color that remains is in the leaves of the blackberry, which glow against the drab browns everywhere else. That makes snow a gift as it smooths everything over, highlights the remaining plant structures, and creates contrast against the browns.
We’ve only gotten one snowfall with accumulation so far. Last weekend several inches fell overnight, but they began to melt with the help of some rain even before we awoke in the morning. I got out early and got some photos before things deteriorated further. It was not a very high quality snow, but it was festive for several hours.
I’d never taken Perry out for a walk in the snow before, so I decided to find out what he thought of it. Turns out he’s not a fan. He did not like getting it between his toes, and he kept shaking his wet paws like it was the worst sensation ever. We came back inside after less than 10 minutes.
Oh, and we started 2019 with a really neat sighting. John went to take the trash out on January 1 and felt a presence no more than 20 feet above him. He looked up and there was a mass on the cable wires directly in back of our house. It was a barred owl, and it stayed long enough for John to find me and for us both to marvel before it flew off.
Other than getting snow between Perry’s toes, the cats are doing great, though. John and I enjoy their furry presences. Perry continues to improve ever so gradually. He still has a long, long way to go, though. However, the Ladies continue to be perfection. At Christmas we moved their giant cat tree into our living room with the other smaller one. The two cat trees now form a Cat Complex that the Ladies clearly love.
Everyone continues to be bothered by the interloper cat from next door. He frequents our yard. The other day, both Ladies were riveted by something they saw out the window. I looked, and the neighbor cat was on our opposite neighbor’s roof. He was up there for so long that I was afraid he was stuck, but he somehow leapt from the roof onto our magnolia tree. I missed seeing how he managed that and only caught his less-than-graceful dismount from the tree.