Scheming For Spring

So it turns out that nobody in the string of small towns near us feels the need to have an actual address. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but only because I'm irritated. We're supposed to be going to a meeting tonight (if it doesn't snow too hard) at the Municipal Building in the neighbouring village, and I can't find out exactly where it is. I'm sure we can find it once we go looking but I'd like to know in advance where it is, thank you very much. That's just the way I am.

We are starting to get restless for warm weather. There are so many outdoors projects and activities we want to do. New siding and windows are getting put on the house this spring and of course we need to start a garden as soon as possible. I've picked the spot and I'm going to cover it with a tarp right before the snow melts to stop grass from growing.

Then there's the fencing of the yard, endless hikes with the dogs, visits to forests and beaches, yard sales, sitting out on the deck, and all the other stuff that doesn't happen in the dead of winter.

for now we are stuck in the house most of the time, with three cats and two dogs. As for a possible dog number three? It will likely be at least a couple of weeks before I have any news about him. Yes, we have submitted an application and I had a long talk with the person who runs the rescue group that he is affiliated with. This dog has had one big endless string of bad luck throughout his young life, and it hasn't stopped yet. He's not the greatest fit in his foster home and was only taken in there as a favour. The foster human is stressed due to a bunch of bad things that are happening in her life, and having the deaf dog on top of everything makes her more stressed, and he is certainly picking up on it which in turn stresses him out. A few days ago he suffered a bad reaction to some medication and is now too sick to be adopted out. We are waiting for news regarding his convalescence, and if he makes a full recovery we will be able to meet him at last. Please wish him luck.

Wow, that sounds really doom-and-gloom-y. Without giving you details of medications or maladies, let me just say that I think he will fully recover and that he doesn't have a long-term disease or anything.

Betty, the brown tabby foster cat, got spayed yesterday. Ever since we brought her back home she's been a happy purring furball. I would have thought that her surgery wounds would, you know, maybe hurt a little but apparently not. She's as happy as a clam!

I thought I'd post an updated picture of Neville, the black male cat. The sink picture in my last post, while showing his personality, didn't really show his face, so here ya go:

Yes he is wearing a string of pink plastic beads around his neck. That's his "don't bully me" campaign necklace.

It's started to snow as I've been sitting here typing and our meeting has been cancelled - we'll have to wait until next week to find the building without an address. Instead, I think we will stay inside where it's warm and eat pizza.