Too few photos, especially too few of The Cat. Who is always grateful for grass. (This from last week.)
Despite the cold this afternoon, (17˚F, -8C) he wanted OUT.
And not too much later, IN.
We got him a new toy. He'd been attacking it, throwing it up, pulling up the rug edge to get it, shaking it, for several minutes once I got out the camera. He went back for it after I stopped with the photos.
Just a little felt mouse, with graspable ears and long tail with feather.
He's watching the snow come down, just a light flurry, nothing much.