An Icy Adventure

058Isn’t it funny how you mention you’re going someplace warm, or tropical, or a place with warm waters that no one asks you why you are going? Yet, when you chose to travel some places that are cold, and sometimes bitterly cold, you get that strange look attached to the question of, “why?” I think that my family thought since I was going to go to someplace cold, and not tropical, for our recent vacation that we were crazy. Oh, and I’d be freezing, which luckily we had some days where it warmed up… A bit.

I was even a doubter of our trip, I’d never really willingly decided to go to a cold place in the dead of winter. My husband wanted it for his big birthday, and I made sure to pack many, many layers of clothes. And a heavy coat, scarves, and two sets of gloves that became quite useful.

One of our first days involved getting up and outside, which we did immediately when we first arrived and we got off the plane. We talked about currency with one of the hotel staff, and learned about new plastic money. I thought the plastic money was a very neat idea, who hasn’t ripped paper money before and then have to put it back together with tape? Yet, the lady at the front desk told us that the new plastic money stuck together so you could end up giving more money than you meant to. I’ve always been fascinated with different currency, which is almost like an oxymoron because I’m great at money, yet I’m awful at math.

We went out in the bitter cold and I ended up doubling up everything I wore. I had a headband on, and ended up wearing a hat over the thick headband. I had not one, but two pairs of gloves on as my husband and I walked into the wind. The wind felt like it was trying to tear off any open skin we had left out for it touch.

The walk was bitter, but the reward turned out to be great. I saw the Niagara Falls for the first time in my life, while my husband was seeing it for a second time. The landscape was like a winter wonderland, and definitely reminiscent of a Christmas postcard. Snow and ice drenched the area, giving it a diamond-like quality as the sun hit it. The deep rumble of the Falls left you with your mouth open just long enough for your teeth to hurt because of the cold.

The American Falls and Canadian Falls seemed so close, and yet so far away from each other. On the American fall side rainbows rose up from the mists of the falls and the sun shining down. I was able to catch the rainbows, and even double rainbows, with my camera. The Canadian Falls were even grander, and the mists they created made the bottom of the Falls impossible to see.

091All I could keep on saying was “Wow” as I was spellbound by the natural beauty. And, of course, I was intensely freezing as I took off my gloves to take pictures and was rewarded with my fingers, and my toes, going numb. Even though the air made my lungs burn because of the frigid air I wanted to stay there longer. I’ve never seen a more beautiful scene in my life of wintertime and just love it. Trees hung over from the weight of heavy icicles, seeming to bow their branches to the sight of the Falls.

We finally had to leave and catch a cab because I stopped feeling my toes, and my feet, and so we made it back to the hotel. I promptly removed my socks and hoped this would give feeling back to my toes and found out tis wouldn’t work. As a last ditch effort to feel my feet again I out my feet in the tub and put lukewarm water in it that seemed to do the trick. I’d never felt so cold in my life, and my hands would later break out because of taking pictures for so long, yet, I’d do it all over again.

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When a stray walks into your life

It is amazing how you think you know that you have everything you may have, like just one pet, and then another one almost gets run over in front of your eyes. All I could see was this long, fluffed up, furry tail almost get run over by a car and it darting underneath a stationary car for cover. I love cats, always have, and I don’t know what compelled me to come over to where the cat was hiding and offer it my hand with a, “here, kitty, kitty!”

Much to my surprise the kitty came with a pathetic meow and it came over to rub on my leg. This wasn’t a feral cat, he was too sweet as he immediately started purring when I was petting him. The cat followed me as I walked around and I went into our apartment office to ask if he was lost or what I should do. When I came back out the cat leapt out of the bushes as if he was waiting for me and came straight over.

It broke my heart, to tell you to honest truth, to see this friendly, affectionate, sweet, and curious little cat out wandering around in the street basically waiting to be run over. I swear that it was a house cat and it reminded me of our family cat we came across the same way. He was a stray running through a parking lot and my family brought him home after he was nearly run over by a car.

I reasoned in my head why I couldn’t save the cat, and why I had to ignore him. We have our little bunny at home, my husband is extremely allergic to cats, and I kept telling myself he wouldn’t be okay with it. When I told my husband over the phone how worried I was about the wandering stray he told me it was alright if I wanted to track it down and bring it in.

So, I went back outside, calling out “kitty, kitty!” and secretly hoping I’d find the cat, and at the same time hoping I wouldn’t because I didn’t know what I would do. I walked back and forth and got some weird looks as I paced frantically where I saw the cat last and calling out to it. My husband went on the quest once he got home from work and when it seemed like I wouldn’t find him he said maybe someone picked the cat up. Finally, right at when I was going to give up the fluffy long tailed lemur cat came bounding out and running in my direction.

Then, came the problem of getting a stray into our garage. It was pretty hilarious when my husband brought out a box and told the cat to get in it, and the cat actually did climb right in it! But, when my husband started walking with the cat in the box it ended up crawling out onto his shoulder. It was adorable, and I decided to try my luck with picking up and carrying the stray. He seemed to like being held, which solidified for me that this cat used to being in a home, and he definitely wasn’t scared of people.

We now have this adorable, affectionate, sweet cat downstairs with some of my old clothes, food, water, and some boxes to sleep in. I don’t know what we’re going to do and I know I did the right thing… I just don’t know where to go next. My husband is allergic to cats and I have a bunny who I don’t think would take kindly to a cat sharing her space.

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