Hominy Snow

My current job is the kind where the action tends to run hot or cold. This morning it's cold. So after calling the hospital to check-in (and because I'm trying to fight off what I think might be a URI wanting to start up), I rolled over to snooze. It sounded like it was raining outside, but I did not peek behind the curtains to look.

The cats were going nutzoid. They sleep in the bedroom with me . . . behind a locked door . . . a habit from my apartment days in Winston-Salem & Memphis . . . and have to wait to be fed. If I'm not up and moving by 7 am, I am routinely assaulted by purring, pawing, pouncing on my boobies and smelly kitty-cat kisses (or sometimes a fuzzy butt) on my face (TJ knows I REALLY hate that). This morning, in addition to the usual furball ballet, they kept running from the window to the bedroom door.

Sabine was making those weird half-purr/half-meow noises she has perfected.

I didn't think too much of it. Both of them love water but hate the rain.

But after the fourth or fifth pussycat dive-bomb on my unprotected/tender chest, muttering pussycat-unfriendly unprintables under my breath, I finally rolled over and reached out to lift the window curtains to see how much it was raining.

The Eastern North Carolina landscape was cover in fluffy, wet snow. Giant flakes were floating in sideways from a marsh-mellow sky. It's beautiful.

Things are running very cold today indeed. I guess nobody told the talking-weather-heads about global warming.

Mama, who hails from Bath/Belhaven, says that the locals call it "hominy snow". Like the grits.

In the wake of their morning Fancy Feast (they do have their priorities straight) the cats are entranced/fascinated - perched like little fuzzy statutes at the downstairs front window.

I am enchanted by the view from the back patio. Time to make some coffee.

11:15 AM Update: Back from the hospital. The snow is gone:(