Today was pretty boring until I found a new and interesting toy. Bristles that flossed my teeth, a perfect handle for holding...I may have to leave foam alone for awhile.



It is snowing today and just after I came in from a wee walk, a fox walked right through our yard. I just missed him! I really think he wants to be my friend. We have similar tails but he is oh so red. I think he is my N.O.M.S friend. The PM is not too please with my longing to befriend a wild one though. Talks of making me only go out when They are out. Those wee ones would scare away anything for miles.

I realize now that crying to go out at 5 am...in a blizzard...when the peacemaker had a migraine...was not the smartest thing to do. She opened the door and tossed, yes tossed, me out. Like I was burrdock that came in on the wee ones pants. I landed in a snow drift up to my whiskers. Needless to say, I made a quick re-entry and have spent two hours cleaning up. She'll have to deal with the ensuing hairball. I took the above photo as evidence and I was NOT trying to make a snow cat angel and she is now claiming.

I walk alone, no other tracks accompany me this morning. Brand new snow, no mice tunnels yet. The wheeled machine that eats snow hasn't even appeared. It gives me energy and renews my spirit. Shade should come with me, her spirit could use some tweaking.

Goldie~I know some of the canines out there have "booties" to help them through this wretched time of year but about us? Anyone have these on their Christmas lists? I'll have to check out Ebay.

Shade~Yes Idiot, it is a great invention called the long fur between your toes.

Goldie~ I wish you would quit looking over my shoulder.

They were talking about a picture they had taken of "a snow covered cat tail". I was curious to see it as I wondered why they just didn't take a picture of mine. Well, this is what I saw! What poor creature does this wee tail belong to? What beast is walking our fine woods to cause such damage? The most disturbing thing is why did my kind, loving folks take a picture of such sadness and then leave the fur ball out there in the snow! I am thinking of getting a rescue mission together but Shade wouldn't go outside if her fur was on fire and the wee ones can't even get their boots on themselves. I need time to think but I will now be sleeping with one eye open.

I am waiting for this to change but it does not appear to be going away. Why? What have I done to endure this abuse. My daily treks have become short dashes. The peacemaker has been reading a story to the wee ones about a British feline by the name of Mog who encounters similar white circumstances and the falling flakes are actually delectable perfect little mice. This is not the case, I fear that was just wishful dreaming. I am going back to bed.