We all react to snow in different ways, Kent for example loves real seasons and longs for the days when in Kelowna, we had 4 actual seasons. Me? If a snow man could be made of sand and I could live in flip flops year round, I'd be happy.
Pippin, thinks that all snow is to be barked at, each individual flake, like each one is a tiny, nasty invader to his little private sanctuary. It was cute at first....
Blackberry and Socks decided to stay out all night last night. So, when I opened the door this morning, Blackberry shot into the house, like the snow was lava and aghhh!!!
Socks got out from under a chair on the porch, stretched, then realized what he was standing in. He decided that he would ONLY use Blackberry's footprints in which to walk. I hated to tell him that he really only got the one paw into an actual footprint of Blackberry's. The rest of the time, he managed to make his own tracks. Then, he'd find another footprint and stretch as far as he could make it to make the next step.
I closed the door while he made is way about 6' to the door.
I did reopen the door and let him in. Then, I heard from the cats for at least 20 minutes about the hardship of being outside all night long! I did remind them, they didn't come back in last night....
At least it's pretty to look at.
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