...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...
