This is the view from our front door this morning, since I wasn't willing to actually throw on clothes and shoes and walk outside to take pictures. 
Above is the view down our hill at the pretty blue house across the road, and that little lump of stuff next to the tree is our woodpile, buried in snow. There really is wood there, but you can't see it. We had the same problem last night when we needed to bring some in to replenish the fire. 
You can't tell from the picture, but this is our raised wooden deck out back. Buried on the deck is another pile of wood and Mrs. Underfoot's cat house. We made her stay inside last night until her screaming and clawing at the door finally drove us crazy at 3:30am and we let her back out. Her theme song really ought to be "Don't Fence Me In."This is where Cuppy spends her time, rotating like a pig on a spit. She stays in bed until she hears the fireplace screen open and then she makes a beeline for the hearth.
As you can see, if it weren't for the fireplace screen Miss Cup would be IN the fireplace. She'll sit there with her face mushed up against the screen for hours.
4 comments:
If I were a cat, I'd do the same thing as Cuppy...
What's the point of being cold?
That Cuppy - hilarious!
Oooooo! That view is beautiful! Is it just as nice when it's not covered in soft puffy mounds of snow?
When it's not covered in soft puffy mounds of snow it's covered in lush green grass, which Ev mows religiously, two times a week, on her trusty riding mower. We're at the top of a hill on three acres of grass and trees. We'd have a beautiful view in several directions if the landlord would break down and sell us this place so we could haul off a couple of his crappy sheds and his bad above-ground pool. Everyone in Southern Illinois seems to have a couple of crappy sheds and a bad above-ground-pool. I think it's a law or something. I don't take pictures that show those. :)
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