Good snowy morning QUACK family. Just finished shoveling an hour's worth of 4" of snow that fell last nite. And it wasn't light and fluffy, guess that's what they meant when they predicted 'heavy' snow. I think the snow is over with, at least for now.
Our ISP had a major outage last nite. We were watching Chicago Med on tivo, and half way through it just stopped. Checked and it was set to record the whole thing. Switched back to live tv only to find messages saying trying to find signal on all channels. Came in here, and the router only had 2 lights on. Picked up the phone (landline) and nothing. Grabbed the cell phone and called..after I entered our phone #, got a recording saying 'I see there's an outage in your area, is that why you are calling?" I answered yes and it said they were working on it and would be fixed asap. Well that was at 8:30 and everything was still down at 2 am. When I got up at 4, all was back to normal. That's a rarity for it to happen, but I guess it could happen anytime. For some reason , we could still watch anything that was already recorded, so we watched another show and went to bed.
I never even heard the plows go by overnite, and out here, they run back and forth every half hour, as this road leads to a major highway.
At least I got the snow cleared, and since we went to the store yesterday, we don't need to go out for at least a couple of days. Hubby is still asleep, all outside cats are fed, given warm water and can walk back and forth without walking through all the snow. Inside cats are all asleep, and I am going to join them and rest my back.
Have a lovely morning all!
Thankfully, once we realized where she had gone, and spent some time strategically shaking the treat bag, she did come back out - but I had awful visions of her getting stuck in there.
We had a little kitten named Belle who the neighbors found under their shed and brought to me..probably about 4 weeks old, had to feed her with an eyedropper, but she was the prettiest little thing,,and so friendly. But she would try and climb into the darndest places. She somehow got behind the vanity in the master bath one day..and it took me over an hour to get her out. Another time she managed to somehow climb up onto the windowsill in that same bathroom (which was high off the ground, she must have jumped up from the tub). Then she managed to get herself up onto one of the ceiling tiles that were in there at that time, pushed at it till it went up enough for her to fit in, and managed to get herself up into the attic. I called and called when I couldn't find her, and then noticed the ceiling tile wasn't where it belonged. She had managed to walk across a few of them, and broke and cracked a couple. I had to drag everything out of the closet in the spare room, get the ladder and get up into the attic. She was in the spot that is closed off by big pads of insulation as nothing gets put in there. She was huddled in a corner where I couldn't get to her, wasn't safe to walk across. She was crying and meowing so pitifully. I kept calling her gently and trying to coax her to move,,and she finally tiptoed across one of the rafters and came to me. She was scared, I was scared, and just happy to have her back safely on the first floor! The picture is how tiny she was when I first got her. She died a few years ago , but she was one of the prettiest cats I ever had.
I mentioned it to DH and it took us a few minutes to figure out, but we realized the big female had apparently been swallowing ocean water while she was swimming and it was coming out the other end! AND that she must’ve raided the candy dish before we left! 
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