I love the fresh fallen snow. So pristine, soft and beautiful; all I want to do is run outside and make snow angels. Ting feels much the same way. Although he doesn’t know how to make snow angels, he does like to romp beside me while I make them. Sadly as the sun returns, the snow becomes slushy, then muddy and neither one of us wants to be outside.
Ting, an outdoor cat, has taken to climbing the office window screen to observe the activities within the house. I can almost hear him ask, “Can I come in to play, if you aren’t going to come out today?”
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