As one can see from the accompanying photograph, (which has the added feature of an extra flash, giving it a bit of a surreal quality) Salvador, Feline Overlord of this particular household, is beginning to look at the calendar and wonder, "How many days 'til Catmus?", that one day of the year when the hairless monkey tribe celebrates the supreme position of our Feline Overlords.
He can only look out the window at the snow and cold. It was a brisk -23 C this afternoon with the wind chill, a temperature which made him twitch his ears in anger and frustration when he was allowed his open-door weather-check. Today he did not even want to stand on the step and survey his kingdom. Today he sat on the kitchen table and wrinkled his nose.
His tree, decorated with antique toys and ornaments made by childish hands many years past, does little more than irritate him on such days. He wants one thing for Catmus, no two things, 1) one of the birds on the feeder and 2) Summer, not necessarily in that order.
Summer will come by and by but the birds will remain out of his reach. He will have to ask Sandy Claws again next year for the bird.
Good thing he isn't interested in looking out the window above the sink, as it is covered in a thick film of ice. It is unprotected (no storm-film) and was covered all night with Reflectix, which kept the cold on the outside (even the water was temporarily frozen this morning).
Brrrr.... like the FO I am wishing for some Summer.
2 comments:
ODCBC is coping with the dumping of white flakes...you see her trails in the yard.
Chanter is preoccupied with sleeping on the heated floor in the main floor bathroom and Christmas decorations.
Tater as per usual is simply switching between fascinated and sleeping.
He sure is a handsome old fella. He looks very regal beside the tree. Our cats love to lay under the tree and pretend thay are outside.
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