I hate snow.

I hate snow.
I don’t care that I’m Canadian.
I don’t care that’s it’s pretty.
I don’t care for skiing or snowboarding.
I really don’t care for cute toques and red mittens.
Nothing, and I mean nothing will change my mind.
I hate snow.

Toronto was dumped with another snow storm. Mother Nature is schzio. Yesterday the sun was shining, the birds were chirping. Everyone was happy to come out of hibernation. She was warm and sunny. Today, her ice cold frigid b*tchy self was back because it’s been snowing non-stop for hours. March means spring… did she not get the memo?

I called in “snow day” today. I cannot deal with snow anyone. I hate snow. I don’t dislike it, I hate it.

I decided to stay home and work in my pj’s. Oddly enough, it’s been pretty productive and it was nice to prepare a fresh hot healthy meal for lunch instead of the salads that I have been bringing to work.
Do I enjoy working from home? Yes. Does it change my feelings about snow? NO. I hate snow.


Pearl & Mabel Update

A few months ago I opened my house to these 2 little fur balls…
I had contacted the Mississauga Humane Society about helping to foster cats while they waited to be adopted and they said that they actually had 2 domestic cats that needed a home for a few weeks until their owner was able to find a new place to live. A few weeks turned into a few months and around mid-January, I was starting to think that maybe their owner would never come back to claim them. The thought of this stressed me out. I didn’t want any cats. The constant litter cleaning and endless cat hair on my clothes was driving me bazooka bananas but I had unintentionally started to grow fond of them. They had such affectionate personalities and we had a bit of routine going that included greeting me at the door when I arrived home from work. I knew these cats had won me over when my Sister in Law sent me an email about how her co-worker was interested in adopting the cats and I DID NOT want to let them go. I had just recently decided that if their original owner wasn’t coming back, I would keep the cats.

Of course, that’s when the Mississauga Humane Society called and said she was ready to take them back. I had mixed feelings but these were her cats and I reminded myself that them living with me only temporary. Yesterday I packed up the cats and drove them over to their new place. I had just dusted and was in the “I can’t stand cat hair” mode when we left the house that I was sure that dropping them off would be easy but as I got closer, I told myself that if her living conditions were not suitable, I would bring Pearl and Mabel back home.

As soon as the original owner saw me and the cats in the carrier, she started to cry! She was so overwhelmed with happiness. She told me that she missed them so much and I knew right away that they were home. They had been her cats since they were kittens. They had been with her through her husband’s death and she thanked me so much for taking such great care of them.  I started crying over how emotional the whole thing was.  We agreed to stay in touch and I will probably call her in a few weeks just to check in on the girls.  I did miss them this morning and I’m sure the apartment will seem a little emptier tonight. I did for a split second considering getting a cat but then I pulled out my black sweater and was reminded that I can’t stand cat hair!!!!  So for now, I’ll just give myself a little time to miss Pearl and Mabel a bit.