“That sky looks like it’s spoiling for a fight” said Grant as we dished up cat breakfasts.
After a while a small patch of light appeared but heavy rain is in the forecast and when I went outside the temperature felt almost tropical, so we have the great meltdown of 2020.
As always, Toby was keen to take a walk.
He went down the path to check the scent of our nighttime visitors:
Because it was so mild Sasha and Sikkim ventured out briefly:
Not to be left out, Penny followed on:
As soon as Grant returned, she went back in. She shadows his every move.
Speaking of the man, he found himself something new to experiment with:
The man from Africa never even held a snowshoe before, and it took him a minute to work out how to attach them, but once he got going he went off on a tour of the property.
Willow said she is quite happy to watch all these things from the window:
And she is quite capable of entertaining herself:
Meanwhile, we have been rescued by the gas company who sent a truck to fill up our empty tanks.
We won’t be assaulted by irate cats. Their fireplace has been restored.
Heaven be praised!
From a blustery Cambridge, we wish you:
a Very Happy Christmas!