Monday, December 27, 2010
...then proceed to dig out everything else, because that right there is Fort Fiona, and the little kitter inside needs water and food and, after last night's howling winds, probably a lot of reassurance.
I will need boots. And perhaps, a plow.
I don't think there's a newspaper on that driveway, anyway, so let's not even consider shoveling that.
Almost there, honey. It'll just be another, um, half-hour or so.
I asked if she'd be going out today; she couldn't shake her head "no" fast enough. Okay, hon, I'll crack the ice on your water dish and warm up some Fancy Feast...you go on back to sleep...