For days now we’ve suffered freezing temperatures, with the wind chill often recording -20 or even -25. My winter coat, which I haven’t worn all winter, now comes out of the closet, along with ear warmers, gloves and a scarf. That is, if I go outside, because a few times now I’ve forfeited setting foot out the door.
Like everyone else, I’m looking forward to spring. Just six more days and the new season arrives and with it hopefully warmer weather.
As for now, Toronto – the whole of Ontario actually – is under a snow alert. There’s talk of inches and inches of snow. So far I haven’t seen anything. When I look outside I see that the balcony, the parking lot below and the surrounding fields are having a light dusting of the white stuff, but that’s it. Not 12 inches like expected, barely 2 millimeters.
A few weeks ago, it was the same when rain is expected. The weather report warned about heavy rainfall and flooding, but all Toronto experienced was a light drizzle.
These meteorologists constantly get it wrong. I don’t know what their job involves, but they don’t seem to be very good at it.
Now my cats on the other hand, they have an excellent handle on the weather situation. If they’re grooming themselves and they wash behind their ears, rain is coming. I don’t know about other cats, but I can trust my lot.
Cat owners might be familiar with this. The cat licks her front paw, and then wipes the paw back to front over her ear. If it’s a single wipe, there’s nothing to worry about, but if the paw goes over the ear two, three or even four times … then there’s definitely a chance of rain.
Perhaps the institute for weather predictions should fire their meteorologists and hire a couple of cats.