....or maybe they just remembered it's Snowmageddon 2017...
Pretty kitties, GG.
Yes, those kitties really are very pretty.
Ah, Cheryl! Whoops!
Thank you
According to a favorite author of mine (Donna Andrews), NO good thing comes from a visit by THE Jim Cantore. When he showed up in Reston, VA, one time, she could not believe the evil weather he brought with him!...And Jim Cantore is in town!...
Post-Christmas comment from the sole housecat, name of Moe.
"Did you hear me ask for a new bed? Huh? Did you?"
Next up, the Big Mush. Not that he is a big mush; he's actually kind of a big, whiny, mama's boy. He likes to sit in the center hall and meow loudly until someone pays attention to him, the he walks away.
I was dumping the pics from my phone to my desktop, so I figured I'd post pics of our cats.
They all have peculiar names and stories thanks to my wife.
Up first, here is Sammy Davis Junior, Jr. enjoying the heating blanket on the couch.
Sammy was a stray we picked up on vacation in Lancaster, Pa.. He seemed very eager to go home with us rather than live in a hotel parking lot, so we figured he was trying to escape the Amish mafia. Sort of like the opposite of the movie Witness. His real name is Samuel A. Yoder, but don't tell anyone.