Cat On A Cold Stone Path

After the snowstorm, Kelly dug out the back door and we had a beautiful little cat tunnel. Mr. Harry thought it would be a great idea to go outside.



Holy Crap. This snow is cold on my little pink paws.

He puffed up like a blowfish, so quickly I couldn't get a shot, and he demanded to go back inside.

Let me in. Now! And I'd like a dish of warm milk.

Miss Daisy, of course, was much wiser, watching the whole sordid scene from the safety of the window.


Every family needs a Daisy ... or two.