This was the view from our deck yesterday morning. It’s half-melted now, but still lovely. The footprints belong to the neighbor’s hounds, who roam pretty freely around here given that nobody has fences except for livestock. I like the dogs okay, but the deposits they leave in our yard…less so.
Inside the house, it’s all kittens, all the time:
Fizzgig, who has the intelligence and temperament of a border collie in addition to having the markings (interspecies farm lovin’? I won’t judge), is learning how to play fetch:
Edgar, our roommate’s kitten, is less interested in the mousies-for-skritches transaction:
You’re one to talk about dignity, Edgar….