Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Baby, It's Cold Outside


Wall-E and Oscar know what to do when the snow falls and the temperature drops. Grab a blanket and crawl under it with a buddy, then sleep .......


Don't move, unless you have to go out ..... or maybe, relieve yourself on the floor, after a careful look around to see if anyone may be watching. The only sound that will rouse them is the sound of the treat jar opening.


Toni is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Quite literally. She owns an impressive fur coat and her tail is magnificent. She can create a wind storm with it. She waits patiently for her master to come home.


She does not lack confidence in her elegance. She knows she is the queen of this universe. It has occurred to me that she is the lone female here in the animal entourage. I think she rather likes her status.


Remember that tiny scrap of fur I fed lovingly with a bottle? Mr. Martha is no longer a lithe little kitten, despite the fact that we have been limiting his food intake for the past two months. He likes to go outside and I think he must be supplementing his diet with fresh meat in the form of mice. I don't worry that he will get too cold with his impressive layer of fat. Do you?

He went out with the dogs at 12:45 last night and then looked disdainfully at me when I encouraged him to come in. He stuck his head up and sniffed the air as he swished his tail, then turned his back to me. I needed no other invitation to shut the door and go to bed.

It is cold. The wood stove is adequate for the living quarters and I do have a small space heater for my sewing room, but it just doesn't keep my fingers and toes warm. Makes it hard to cut and do finite jobs requiring skills with my hands. I pushed myself to get Christmas stuff done, but my joints ached all night for my efforts.

So, here I sit, double socked feet on the ottoman, laptop in my lap .......... I think he has the history channel on. It is about smog. I think. Is this any way to welcome a new year?

I think it must be, as I am working my way into this afghan with my dogs.

6 comments:

Val said...

Is that a brontosaurus bone laying next to Mr. Martha? Perhaps that is a clue to how he has been bulking up.

Brian Miller said...

haha martha has def grown a bit...lol...and my boys have been under blankets all day...

Mamma has spoken said...

My dogs like under the blankets too. The oldest even knows to wait till you are asleep to nose her way under the covers to your feet :o/

ellen abbott said...

It sounds like a fine way to start the new year.

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

Happy New Year to you! That's one big cat! LOL!

Hope you get warmed up.

Linda O'Connell said...

Mr. Martha is own the prowl. Be careful, you never know what the cat will drag in. Happy New Year. Wait a few days, next wekk it will be almost 50 degrees.