Eeeek!

Hi G-Fans!

So slammed again with the snow!

The concierge shoveled the back yard twice so we would have paths to go potty.... 

The morning was relaxed enough, but once lunch was over the concierge was outside trying to tame the effects of the snow until supper.

She shoveled and moved and hacked and tossed load after load of snow.

It was never ending.

The roof was scraped, both from the roof and then using a borrowed roof rake.

Who knew there was such a thing?

The concierge made other humans nervous traipsing on the roof, so she acquiesced and crawled back into the window from whence she came and utilized the roof rake to clear snow off the roof.

Let's hope a sufficient amount was removed.  She couldn't reach all of the areas of the roof.

We don't like hearing about all the collapsed roof tops from all this snow.

Now, I could go on and on, but I won't...

I will say that after five plus hours shoveling outside the concierge thought it best to soak in an Epsom salt bath before her dinner.  But, I digress....

I want to tell you about an unauthorized visitor.

It created quite a stir.

The concierge was chatting with Harry's concierge while Sophie kept making a ruckus in the other room.  Finally, the concierge decided to investigate since Sophie does not maintain playtime for that long usually.

When the concierge went to investigate the energy in the house ramped up.  There was squeaking, squealing, shrieks and shutters.  It is the assumption of the concierge that Sophie had been playing with a live mouse.  I know the truth and I am not confirming or denying that statement.

Everyone congregated to one corner of the room, so the concierge assumed it was hiding somewhere in that area.

She gathered catching implements and started to lifting things locate the little critter.  At which point Sophie, Raphael, Snagglepus, Me, and I think Riley and Tessa were on the scene at the ready to make sure there was no further escaping.

Sad to say, we were unsuccessful in securing said creature.

Harry's concierge is doubly sad.  She had to go put on her HAZMAT suit.

The concierge is ambivalent.

She didn't want to have to care for a maimed mouse.  She didn't want to have to locate the cage to maintain the mouse if caught (she couldn't throw it outside in 5-10 foot snowbanks and subzero temperature).  She didn't want to find a mangled mouse body either.

So, for now, she is relieved.

May you find relief in times of need.....

TTFN!

-G

From yesterday's fancy lunch... I didn't get even a crumb!