Maybe longer for some.
My old 17 year-old cat, held together with love and expensive medication-filled cat food, is finding it especially long this year.
And then we had a weekend
in the upper 60s and low 70s.
I put on my flip flops and brought in forsythia.
Satchel rediscovered the porch for nap time.
Things were looking hopeful to everyone.
And then we woke up this morning.
Poor Satch will have to wait a bit longer for this to become a reality.
Seventeen years old! I love Satchel! Does he have even a touch of white anywhere? What a difference in your pictures from the weekend to the snow this morning. Will winter ever go away?
ReplyDeleteA little dab of white under his chin and another spot on his belly. (It's taking quite a time to type this since he's sitting in my lap as usual, paw on the space bar.)
DeleteAs for the weather, when I was out just now, there was what felt like a gale-force wind, sending the temp even lower with the wind chill.
Your house looks really comfortable. To me, it seems that there are more cat lovers who blog than dog lovers.
ReplyDeleteI happen to adore dogs - I'm just too lazy to own one.
DeletePoor Satchel. Warm thoughts floating his way. No consolation, but NE Ohio had another inch last night, and I see Purrl on "his" chair in the living room.
ReplyDeleteYes, at least this morning's snow has melted away and my pansies - which were rained on all night, then buried under snow - now look like they might survive.
DeleteTell Satchel that I feel his pain. Your flowers look so cheerful in your house. I love your spirit. Put on those flip flops every moment you can. Thanks for stopping by my blog today.
ReplyDeleteSatchel is beautiful - maybe the warmer weather will add a "Spring" to his step! Have a blessed Easter.
ReplyDeleteHi Jan - how lovely to hear from you. Have a delightful egg day!
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