photos of snow and a pictorial wooster cat story
This is what it looked outside at about 3:30 pm:
Bench at 11am:
Bench at 3:30 looks slightly more filled in:
How high the ploughed snow is piled:
This is not the way to Narnia:
I've been meaning to take a photo of this face over our doorway for ages:
And now a Wooster cat story:
He loves to wash. He washes himself 8 thousand times a day. He washes us. He washes his toys. So I was not at all surprised when I set down the first finished piece of the afghan I am knitting and he plopped right down on it and...
Hmmmm... what are these strings? I will wash them:
ACK! GET IT OFF MY TONGUE!!!
Ooooo. I can chew on it. nom nom nom
I approve of this thing.
Here is the finished section without a cat on it:
Bench at 11am:
Bench at 3:30 looks slightly more filled in:
How high the ploughed snow is piled:
This is not the way to Narnia:
I've been meaning to take a photo of this face over our doorway for ages:
And now a Wooster cat story:
He loves to wash. He washes himself 8 thousand times a day. He washes us. He washes his toys. So I was not at all surprised when I set down the first finished piece of the afghan I am knitting and he plopped right down on it and...
Hmmmm... what are these strings? I will wash them:
ACK! GET IT OFF MY TONGUE!!!
Ooooo. I can chew on it. nom nom nom
I approve of this thing.
Here is the finished section without a cat on it: