Poor little me, alone in the snow:
Well, no time for self-pity, I have to get to my hay:
Schroeder, Onslow, and Alfred are caterwauling at each other (as usual):
It’s only 11 this morning, with a windchill of zero:
Buttons says, “I’m staying put the entire day, with heat on one side and water on the other. Just slide my dinner in front of me tonight, I won’t have moved!” 😺
And Nugget says, “Hello!” 🐔