Well, it had to happen. Winter that is. With all the Global Warming piffle being bandied about I was looking forward to a lovely warm stretch of weather, perhaps a slap of sun block here and there, and long hazy days of bird-song and barbecues. But no. It's just winter, as per. Just as cold as ever.
The other morning, minus 5 degrees. Celsius. Cold floors and ice on the ground. No good when your legs are only a fraction longer than the blades of grass you are peeing on. No hanging around to admire the view; number 1's, closely followed by number 2's, and in. Paws wiped, and head for the carpet.
The upside to all this? The big gas fire in the lounge gets cranked up. With my pug-nose 1 inch from the glass front, I get more than my fair share of the heat, which is to be expected to counteract the fact that I get more than my fair share of belly ice.
When the kitties start to move in, I hold my ground. They normally opt for the pet bed anyway, leaving me to baste by the fire.
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| More than two's a crowd anyway....me an my friend ropey - we got it covered. |
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