The hard lives of four cats (and an interloper) surviving a totalitarian regime.
If we get snow, I may test Kassey as she's always wanting to smell fresh air, temporarily. She's a spoiled house cat. For we who are snow deprived, looks good here.
Rupert always used to go out in the snow - for short periods and only when necessary, of course. He had a habit of running back down the path afterwards, and we couldn't help ourselves laughing, watching him slip on icy patches, legs giving way. He'd look around him with a "How did that happen?" expression. Milly is just doing what she does best - investicatting!
I heard on the news this morning that they had to close Heathrow and Gatwick because of the snow!
Maggie May loves the snow, Mazie Grace will tolerate it, and I have a feeling Mollie Ann will refuse to set foot in it. They are all different.
Going mousing again, Millie?
a couple of ours used to love it. They would jump in the big drifts and piles and burrow right into it.... I'll have to search out one of the old pics...
Snow. So har' to onnerstan' the wide storf...