Bloody snow.

Pardon my French, but I do NOT appreciate this white stuff. At all. A Mog of my stature needs to be warm. THEY put me outside and they laughed when I sat down and found the snow was very cold and then when I shook my bottom to try to warm it up. It didn't work. I scowled at them. Lots.



Even when I stood up, it was still cold on my paws, which really was no use at all to me. So I had a quick gallop to the front of the house to try to get onto the windowsill, so they would stop laughing and let me in. And give me lots of chews.



Three attempts and I got onto the windowsill. Even that had show on it.

Life is not what it could be at the moment, what with all the snow and hailstones and stuff and now she has got manflu from him. She can't stay off work, so she staggered off today, with not so much as a word to me and was not much better when she got back..... so I'm just going to sleep through this hitch.

The younger female turned up late on Saturday night and made a suitable fuss of me and also of the older one as it was going to be something called Mother's Day on the Sunday. She brought her two bottles of something and a card from Lanzarotte where she had been. She had to do it on Saturday as on Sunday, which is apparently the real day, she was going back to this place for more days.

There was talk of planes and such and I found it all boring. Except the bit where Noj who is a friend of the younger female picked me up, he then gave me some chews and was very nice to me. For some reason he then spent time in the back room with his fingers in his ears whilst the YF and the male got excited about something called 'LOST'. I am just glad I am found and not out in the cold white stuff.



WARMER IS MUCH BETTER