Well, ladies and gentlemen of the world, it is official. It’s winter.
We had a couple of inches of snow fall between yesterday and today. And it’s still coming down. While Smoky, Sari and I are familiar with the terms “winter” and “snow” and know what both feel like, Sparky, Harley and Shanghai have never seen the stuff before.
Sparky wasn’t interested in going outside after she found out that her feet got wet in the white stuff. Shanghai was willing to take a good look around before deciding that “inside” was a better place to be. Harley, just to be contrary, stayed out and hid underneath Deanna’s porch. When she finally condescended to return to our doorstep, she was cold, wet and thoroughly uncomfortable and more than ready to come inside where it was warm.
And just to share the wealth, Harley and Shanghai climbed on Cheryl’s lap in order to better reach the kitchen counters. Nice warm lap; cold, wet kitty-feet. Wonderful combination, that.
And Birdie had the right idea, as far as I’m concerned. “South” would be a wonderful place to be right now. Far, far south.