« "We need to make Lieberman less lonely" | Main | My funny valentine »
The last gasps of in like a lion, a big, brassy snowstorm mid March down Chelsea. We opened the front door to gaze at the wonderment, and Baby came forth in full curiosity-killed-the-cat mode . . . He ventured untethered onto the front porch, whereupon Tuck went out and fetched him back inside, his giant paws fully snowbound.
Meanwhile, at the back door, Tiny paused before deciding to just say no until further notice.
You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.
The comments to this entry are closed.
Garrett Dash Nelson
Dem Apples
Dem Apples doesn’t have to be a mere repository of apostrophic debates about liberalism and ironically amusing comments by slightly off-kilter cat women
Patricia Baker
Pat's Pond
One more nose-bite to you, Blogmother.
Pat Santy
Dr. Sanity
Sissy Willis at sisu puts on her psychological hat in this excellent post.
A snow storm raises excitment in both man and beast.
Posted by: goomp | March 16, 2007 at 08:00 PM
well said GOOMP !
something about this storm, matched the cold insanity of Ms. Plame visiting the House...
Posted by: hnav | March 16, 2007 at 11:54 PM
Snow Paws. Great pictures - we miss snow. Our AC is on already - sigh... Stay Warm!
Posted by: Megan | March 17, 2007 at 03:18 AM
How much did Boston get? We got about 10 inches at our place.
Snowy kitty paws. So did you wipe off Baby's feet or does Baby find that disagreeable? *grin*
Posted by: Teresa | March 18, 2007 at 12:56 AM
I can't think of anyone I'd RATHER be snowed in with (besides my own two boys) than the exquisite Tiny and Baby! What a lavish blessing those two are on you and Tuck!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | March 19, 2007 at 02:50 PM