We appear to be suffering from cabin fever a la casa. In spite of Gus's best efforts I slept till 7:00am and after making my latte and feeding the critters, we all crawled back into bed to do a little reading and watch the snow come down.
The Tasmanian devils seemed to understand this was something new, they stared and stared, tails twitching in unison,and then they beat the stuffing out of one another. Then they stared some more.
It's 3 hours later and they haven't gone near the front door to mew pitifully and beg me to let them out. Or to break themselves out.
Instead they have turned the house into a race track.
For an unknown reason the roommate
They were discovered and ripped open with gay abandon and sharp little kitten claws. Then left, unloved, lying in the middle of the floor.
The assumption being " Don't worry, Jane will clean it up". "Wheee, let's go toss litter around the back room".
Jane has done all the appropriate snow cleaning and cooking: steel cuts oats that require 40 minutes of simmering and a big pot of turkey and black bean chili.
Jane also gets to walk out of here about 1:00 for lunch and shopping with friends.
See you later little suckers.Don't even try looking all cute and innocent.
And hold the keys to the kingdom.