A flake every three hours or
so does not a major winter storm make. The TV weather
folks keep saying "it's coming, it's coming" and showing
pictures of the accumulation to the south. Meanwhile,
it's cold and gray.
Something in my kitchen, in the
general vicinity of the sink and/or dishwasher has sprung
a major leak. Water is spreading across the floor toward
the dining room, so I quickly stop using the sink and
everything connected to it and stuff towels under the
cabinet doors to slow down the flow until the plumber can
get here tomorrow morning early. Like an idiot I do this
in my stocking feet. Yuck, wet socks.
Once I changed my socks, I called
back a reporter who wanted to talk to me about a "feral
cats vs. piping plovers" situation. While I was on the
phone with him a second reporter from a different paper
called and left a message on my voice mail requesting me
to call back immediately because she was on a tight
deadline. I can't remember the last time I was this
popular.
I have no idea how I came across. I
was tense and could feel myself getting a little worked
up. I just don't speak in pithy quotes. I just get so
frustrated when I try to explain that the problem is
simply too many cats and that trap/neuter/return is the
only humane or effective way to stop the skyrocketing
overpopulation of feral cats. If people spayed/neutered
their pets and did not abandon them like trash we
would not have this problem. Please spay/neuter your
pet.
Ah, the snow is finally starting
now that it's nearly midnight.
