*M*o*r*e *S*n*o*w*!*!*!*

This pic of Reggie captures it:

View out my office window: 

Paw prints: 

Ice storm today and church was cancelled. Cozy day inside by the fire. :-)

*S*N*O*W*

It's been a bi-polar winter here. Cold-then-warm, Warm-then-cold. We finally got some real snow this season!  This would be  more of a dusting for New England, but we had a few inches. Judging by the trash can, it was about 10 inches. Or 12. 

I moved the car out of the way:

So I'd get a good pic off the front porch.

View from my front porch:

Meh. It was a great idea until I had to trudge out there to clean off the car.
That's not happening again. 

Tabby venturing out:

See the thought bubble over his head?
"What fresh cold-hell is this?"

"Nope."

Kitty snow prints.  :-)  And then I cleared a path
 for him to get under the porch to do his cat-business.

Back yard:

And back deck:

I moved the bird feeder to the front, out of the way of the beagle:

Hullo.

Cardinal.

Tree shadows. Yeah, I know. Get off the green rectangle and make this snow WHITE! 

This blue jay came flying in with a loud blue-jay call & scattered the birds:

Blue jays are such bullies.

Tabby did manage to go further than the porch, once I'd made tracks with my car:

 Looking like a bobcat.

One more of the back yard where you can see the lake:

Not really, tho. It's just a grey strip.

It's a bit dreary today. Cold & rainy on top of the snow. But the wood stove is fired up and we are warm and toasty.  :-)  HAPPY Sunday!

T-Bob Tuesday on the Front Porch

I moved the plants outside. Shortly after I moved one of my larger potted plants (can't remember what it is) I looked out to see this:

View out front door: Tabby curled up under the plant.

 As soon as I came out, he got up, of course:

But then he settled back in:

SUCH a cat look!

 As soon as he saw I was going to be sitting down . . .

"MOW." (The E is silent in his Meow).

 And up he hops:

And settles in:

Ouch--and starts kneading.

"I demand affection."

He walked down my leg but I'm not showing the pic because all you'd see is a shot of his nether regions.  Anyway, then sniffed my toes. This is the precursor to taking a test bite.

So I quickly removed my feet. Purr-haps this was his plan.

Hullo.

Zzzzzzz . . . .