I think we may have had our last snowfall. Of course, now that I’ve said that, we will probably get inches more. Since the Hellboys don’t go outside, Prince Charming thought they would like to explore snow, so he scooped up a bunch and brought it indoors.
They were absolutely NOT interested. Not even when I took a bit and let them sniff around. Nope. Cold. Wet. No thanks! That response even from the one who likes water, and drinks out of any running faucet.
Phred loves sleeping on the cutting table, which usually means sleeping on fabric. This time I think he’s outdone himself. It must have been 15 minutes before I realized he was there. He blends right in!
Weather is warming up, here at Casa Thunderpaws. This is evidenced by the birds and other wildlife that have come to call.
It’s been warm enough to start opening the windows in the afternoons. This has made the cats quite happy. There are new smells to energize kitty brains.
This little fellow caused quite a stir. All three of the Hellboys were in the window, and he was scolding them no end!
Go away! Don’t look at me! This is my patio!
Scram! Scoot! Skedaddle!
One by one, the Hellboys left the window. If Mr. Squirrel wasn’t going to come inside to play, they had other cat business to attend to.
We had our usual wintery windy day yesterday, which means a storm, or at least a weather change is coming. We could see the storm clouds rolling over the Sierras. Wind advisories were in effect on the mountain passes.
Last night, we went to sleep with a clear view.
This morning opening the blinds revealed this!
The wind blew so strongly the snow was stuck to the windows. First time I’ve ever seen that happen! I wonder, is this what it looks like from the inside of an igloo?
That’s Max in the window sill. Sorry Max, no birds to watch just yet.
Our version of “Princess and the Pea”
Kitty and the Quilt
Maximus decided that with all the snow outside, he was going to make himself comfy on a couple of warm, soft quilts, Hidden Treasures and Secret Garden. It didn’t hurt that there was a lot of sunshine streaming in, which I am sure made for lovely kitty dreams: mice, catnip, tuna juice.
Not that Max would even know what to do with a mouse, never having met one.
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I’m not at all sure Phred’s brothers would consider him the Number 1 cat in the household, but he certainly fits the bill.