Several years ago, I bought a shovel to remove all of the snow we get here, in Pennsylvania. But it’s no different than New Jersey, where I moved from, because we don’t get much snow anymore, the way we used to. And even locals have noticed.
“They get a lot of rain in Washington,” I told her, because she’s moving there.
“In Pennsylvania, we get more rain,” she said. “But we don’t get much snow. We hardly get any snow.”
“Don’t you think that’s abnormal?” I asked her and started to tell her about the weather, and she turned to go.
There was a dead cat on the highway. One of many, here, in Pennsylvania. It’s worse than in New Jersey. One of my Internet friends is a cat lover. She takes care of stray cats. I told her about the dead one on the highway, because we live nearby, and that it was a calico, a female cat, because all calicos are female, with the black, white and orange colored fur. She said she’d move the poor thing.
The cat’s carcass was still there, several days later. That’s when I proposed we move her, together, with my shovel.