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ksmithWe're under Ice Storm Warning through tomorrow. Anywhere from a quarter-inch to an inch of the stuff, depending in the vagaries of upper air disturbances and temperatures. I brought home my work laptop. I have no meetings tomorrow. If it looks crappy, I am not even going to try to go out on the roads.
This is the fourth storm to move through in the last week or so. Not quite mid-December, and it feels like January. White Christmases really aren't the norm up here, but unless we undergo a serious thaw, this is going to be one of them.
I've suspected for some time that Mickey is smarter than he lets on. He and King have their beds--Mickey's is the orthopedic bed in my office, while King's is the big bolster bed at the foot of my bed--but they switch sometimes. Last night, King started out sleeping in the bolster and Mickey in my office, but at some point they switched. Mickey awoke around 6ish with much grumbling and noise, like the old man he is. Then he just stood next to the bolster. I asked him if he wanted to go outside--he understands "outside", and if he had needed to go out, he'd have scampered to the back door. But this time, he remained in place. King, meanwhile, heard voices. He came into my room, grabbed my slipper-clog, and taunted me with it, holding it up where I could see it, leaving the room, then coming back again. I usually chase him when he takes my shoes, and he knows this--any time he wants to get me out of bed, he grabs one of the slippers.
Anyway, as all this shoe-tag was going on, Mickey slipped into my office--by the time I got up, he had fallen asleep on his bed. He hadn't wanted to go outside at all. I know that both he and King can tell time--they awaken me too close to 6 am each and every morning for it to be coincidence. I'm convinced that he got up and stood there, knowing that any activity would lure King out of my office. Mickey could then return to his nice warm bed in my nice, dark, quiet office while I plonked around and turned on lights and made noise.
He is smarter than he lets on.
This is the fourth storm to move through in the last week or so. Not quite mid-December, and it feels like January. White Christmases really aren't the norm up here, but unless we undergo a serious thaw, this is going to be one of them.
I've suspected for some time that Mickey is smarter than he lets on. He and King have their beds--Mickey's is the orthopedic bed in my office, while King's is the big bolster bed at the foot of my bed--but they switch sometimes. Last night, King started out sleeping in the bolster and Mickey in my office, but at some point they switched. Mickey awoke around 6ish with much grumbling and noise, like the old man he is. Then he just stood next to the bolster. I asked him if he wanted to go outside--he understands "outside", and if he had needed to go out, he'd have scampered to the back door. But this time, he remained in place. King, meanwhile, heard voices. He came into my room, grabbed my slipper-clog, and taunted me with it, holding it up where I could see it, leaving the room, then coming back again. I usually chase him when he takes my shoes, and he knows this--any time he wants to get me out of bed, he grabs one of the slippers.
Anyway, as all this shoe-tag was going on, Mickey slipped into my office--by the time I got up, he had fallen asleep on his bed. He hadn't wanted to go outside at all. I know that both he and King can tell time--they awaken me too close to 6 am each and every morning for it to be coincidence. I'm convinced that he got up and stood there, knowing that any activity would lure King out of my office. Mickey could then return to his nice warm bed in my nice, dark, quiet office while I plonked around and turned on lights and made noise.
He is smarter than he lets on.
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