Where's Tiny? We checked out all her favorite spots after breakfast, but she was nowhere to be found. She, of course, knew exactly where she was and didn't know what all the fuss was about. Babe, meanwhile, was napping over the radiator on the kitchen counter as outside temps of 12.9° — with wind chill making it feel like -2° — made going outside at the moment out of the question.
Cherchez la Furpiece! There she was, high above the floor in the light-fantastic aerie that is the top of the shower.
Would she jump down when the water was turned on?
No problem. She stayed put, looking first this way, then that, throughout our lavations.
Once things warmed up a little outside — 21.2° by midday — it was on to The Little House.
Back inside midafternoon, backlit by the low-lying rays of late autumn streaming through the windows of the studio, Baby dazzles.