Thursday, February 03, 2011

Another cat posting


I cannot do an existential rant nearly as well as Weeping Sore, but this photo is worth a thousand words. My grand-kitty in Chicago peers out at his balcony, the place where catnip grows in happier times. Will he ever feel joy again?

5 comments:

Arabella Sock said...

Aw... did you dig that pathway just for the kitty? Mine love snow although the stuff we had wasn't quite as deep as yours by the look of it.

Weeping Sore said...

I just figured out it was snow! Poor kitties. I don't imagine their human liked it any more than they did,.

Martha in Michigan said...

Well, of course it's snow! How could you have missed all the snowpocalypse hype? After all that, we only got about a foot here in SE Michigan. But today, with no fanfare or warning, we've gotten another foot already, with no sign of let-up. Glad I managed to get home in it, and that I don't have to go out again!

Weeping Sore said...

We have been having another mild winter with rains frequent enough to help the stressed eucalyptus trees.
I think I might be able to return to a climate like yours or L's, but it would require more planning than I now have to make. I've got to get outside today to prune my wisteria and I'm grumpy because it's overcast and barely in the 60s. Poor me.

Martha in Michigan said...

You'd also have to own, and get in the habit of wearing, socks! When I saw photos out of Siberia (cars driving around with an uncleared four FEET of snow still on their roofs), I wondered why people put up with living there. I suppose you must think the same about where I live.

Then again, it's all about micro-climate. Remember Old Mission Peninsula, jutting 22 miles up into Grand Traverse Bay? Moderated by all that surrounding water, it is nicer than here, even though it does stretch up to the 45th parallel. The view of cherry orchards and vineyards from the ridge is pretty sweet, too.