A Secret Meeting

It was a pretty morning, pretty cold and it was pretty because the sun was shining and it is always nice to have blue skies in the winter.  I braved the cold and took Bear and myself for some exercise and all went well until he picked up a sniffing job. The fresh trail of a deer had him wanting to pull me down the road. But we managed and he calmed down once we turned back for home.  The countryside looks clean with the fresh snowfall, and the road isn't nearly as icy, but poor Bear gets ice-balls stuck in between his toes.  Then we have to stop while he chews them out, or I help dig them out for him.  They get pretty big sometimes and I can see how they would become very uncomfortable.

 

 

 

I came home and quickly put on the kettle like I always do when I get in from the cold. I looked around while I was waiting for it to come to a boil, and noticed that something was out of place. Three things actually.  Where were the cats? I looked around the bedrooms and downstairs. Nobody. I'm not sure why it is always the last place I look, but under the table is where I found them.  They looked irritated, as though I had interrupted a secret meeting. Funny little rascals.