It's been a wonderful few weeks up here in the wilds of Maine. On Christmas day we spent the morning skating on the pond, which was frozen in perfect smoothness. Then the snow came, and kept coming. The wind howled, the house shook, the cat slept, oblivious as usual.
Oblivious, that is, until I opened the porch door and he made his grand venture into the snowy winderness, which looked a little something like this:
So much for that theory about Norwegian forest cats actually enjoying the outdoors.
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