Winston: Snow Time Like the Present!

What week is better for a kitty than this week the human’s call “Thanksgiving?” Frank and I are very grateful for all that fills our lives: a warm home that hosts a comfy kitty tree with 2 (!) plush-lined baskets (customized as a pair of buckets rather than the standard one, to prevent feline friction), a plethora of kitty toys, delicious victuals, an electronic cat tray, our own special “end of the bed” blanket (although quite frankly one wonders if Mom needed to select a Tinkerbell print!), abundant attention by our loving humans, a new human in the family (future pets and kisses are surely in the offing from this one!), a plump turkey roasting in the oven with morsels sure to be shared, and so much more.

And this year, there is something extra to fill our hearts, for this year there is SNOW!

Mom opened the deck door to take a photograph of an icicle suspended perilously from the edge of the roof. I wasted not a nanosecond taking advantage of the open door, slipping outside to experience this frozen water for myself.

I leap the white stuff, sure to leave no trace of my presence.
I am invisible. I am Stealth Kitty!

This looks intriguing!

Shall I? Shall I not?

Dear heavens! I had no idea this stuff was so C-O-L-D!




And now -- how do I make my escape?




I look to the left.




I look to the right.




I think this may be a bad choice in pathing.




There is nothing to do but bravely set course and move forward.
I feel my Stealth Mode may be slipping away.




Drat! Evidence!




What am I doing, Mom?
Oh, just a bit of personal grooming.

{The white flakes between my pawpads are a mere figment of your imagination.}

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!