It’s minus thirty today. Again. You can tell it’s cold because the sky is so clear. The cold air chases away the clouds and it’s invigorating. Cold and crisp.
It’s the type of day that you don’t want to do anything or go anywhere.
It’s also the type of day where my sister’s car doesn’t like to start.
“I’ll help – not a problem,” I said, even though the last time I helped her boost the SUV my jumper cables melted.
There’s only one problem, besides the obvious car-not-starting problem, I mean. I haven’t driven since last Wednesday. Since then there’s been two or three big snowfalls.
“No worries,” says the sister-roommate. “We’ll just kick some of the snow away and it’ll be fine.”
Now I know right now some of you are asking: Why not just shovel it out!
Well, I think that’s a tremendous idea. If you own a shovel, that it. Maybe that was an oversight on my part. Maybe.
I admit to nothing.
Really, though, there’s been no reason for me to have a shovel until RIGHT NOW. I live in an apartment so they take care of all the shoveling needs, and my little balcony never really gets snow.
Regardless, no shovel.
So we kicked away all the snow and I got to the front of the car to push it out of the spot.
“Okay, we’re going to rock it out. Got it?” I said. The sister gives me the thumbs-up from the driver’s seat of my car.
“No, Lisa. We’re rocking it. That means you SHOULDN’T step on the gas. Last thing we want is for the tires to spin.”
I start pushing the car, rueing the fact that I left my glorious white snow boots at work yesterday as I stepped into a snow pile a foot and a half deep.
But try as I might, straining with all the strength in my arms, the damned thing wouldn’t budge.
“Should I have this thing in reverse?” The sister asks.
The cat hates me.
To give you a little bit of context, I’ve never been a cat person. To this day I’m allergic to em. My chest gets tight and I get sneezy.
But still I want this damned cat to like me.
I think she senses this.
I don’t know why it bugs me so much. I think it’s a game for her now. She’ll stare at me at a distance. If I ever get too close to her she leaps away.
So you know how cats like to push things off counters, right? Well the Khajit likes to do that too. But ONLY to my things. She also likes to hang out in my closet and sit in my dressers.
But ONLY if I’m not around, of course.
It’s some sort of a game to her – psychological warfare designed to slowly make me crazy, break me down.
A war of attrition.
But there is ONE place where she seems to adore me:
Sigmund Freud would have had a field day with this one. I really don’t know why she’s so obsessed with the bathroom. But she is. She paws at the door and meows until you do something about it.
And then she’s the most affectionate kitty in the world.
I think it’s another part of her psychological warfare. She’s probably constantly plotting of ways to kill me, and what better way than when I’m most vulnerable?
Or is it just her way of judging my shower-beer habit on weekends?
Nature’s deadliest predator. A seven-pound ball of soft fur and hate. The perfect killer.
She’s staring at me now. Wish me luck. If you don’t hear from me again, you’ll know why.
Blame the cat.
SO. What did we learn this week?
- It usually helps if the car is in the right gear. Or, at the very least, that it’s trying to move the way you’re pushing
- It’s best if your shower beer is Bud Light or PBR. They’re mostly water anyway
- Cats are cunning, intelligent creatures who WILL hold grudges for no reason
- It’s a lot easier to boost a car if you spent more than $9 on jumper cables
- If you don’t have one already, you should probably get a shovel
Until next time.
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