You're very fortunate that I haven't had time to write a post about the recent Oscars.
I hear a collective sigh of relief.
But I might sometime in the near future.
Groans of abject disgust.
Until then, I'll continue to brighten your lives with the intensely boring subjects that I've rehashed countless times before: sunsets, cats, and life in the harsh and unforgiving wilderness.
After a few glorious days of beautifully mild weather, winter decided to return and bite Tennessee in the ass. At least in my area.
A rude, cold wind started blowing yesterday at sunset - drastically dropping the temperature and inspiring snow flurries after midnight.
The sunset was so impressive that I grabbed my El Cheapo camera and ran out onto the front porch to capture the lovely scene while it was still ripe.
Unbeknownst to me, Bosco and Scruffy (the cats) came out, too.
After I took the photos, Bosco obediently came back inside (like he always does) and Scruffy went down the front steps and disappeared (like she always does).
She was gone all night - when the temperature was dangerously low and the frigid wind shrieked. To make matters worse, she has a bad cold with coughs, sneezes, and ample snot.
The last time Scruffy pulled this disappearing act she took refuge under the house. My only consolation was that she would do this again. Nevertheless, I worried all night and kept going outside to call her.
At the cold crack of dawn I went out again and kept shouting "SCRUFFY!!!"
so loud that it reverberated in Kentucky.
Finally, the wayward feline came out from under the back porch.
Nothing's better than a happy ending.
Scruffy
Post script:
A special thanks to my cousin Nancy who drove all the way over here on Monday to check up on me because neither of my phones were working.
Here are some sunset photos from last evening:
