It’s snowing here at the Cat Farm — just a nuisance snow. Hopefully, it won’t be so much of a nuisance that Steve and I will have to move our date to see The Grand Budapest Hotel to tomorrow, but. . .we shall see.
The cats, as might be expected, are being Proactive regarding the weather.
Here’s Scrabble, tucked between the lamp and the work shelf in Steve’s office, back firmly against the radiator, so she’ll be warm, no matter how much it snows:
Mozart is taking up the same defensive posture, though in my room, in his spot between the file cabinets and the supply bureau:
The kids, meanwhile, are in the kitchen. Trooper is on The Box:
. . .while Sprite takes the whole thing seriously: