Snow cat

Snowwwwwwwww

Time for sledging and a family trip out into the fields. Me:  “Maisie what are you doing?” Maisie “I’m just putting on my third pair of socks” Needless to say it took us a little while to get out the door, fortunately we could still fit out of the door. Suitable attired as michelin men, the family, the dogs and the cat headed for the hills, sledge in tow, mission, to slide. 

The cat frequently accompanies us on walks round the village, today she decided to venture further and follow us into the fields. She was hilarious, attempting to avoid the snow by mainly traveling by wall. The puppy however transformed herself into a snow attracting ball of woolliness, she has developed a passion for bulldozing the snow along with her nose. Such talented pets, I’m sure we should be on the next relevant TV show.

We arrive, we sedately, graciously, expertly slide down the hill. Not that easy it turned out as it was virgin snow, after a little bit of compacting the going was fair to good. The cat was a little perplexed at our activities. She spent quite sometime sitting on the wall meowing. The puppy spent the entire time running up and down the hill, tirelessly monitoring the sledge, the big dog, and the occasional dash after the cat. 

By this time, the wind was biting, the snow was increasing in it’s intensity and there was a general consensus that it was time to return to the gas fire. The cat seems relieved, and leads the way, her tail made as fluffy as was cattily possible.

In the front door, the hopping around on one leg trying to disentangle dog leads wellies, scarves, hats and the cat. We eventually strip down to a single layer of clothing. The puppy bagged a spot by the fire (not before leaving a trail of slightly fluffy balls of snow in her wake), the big dog flopped onto his bed. There’s a knock on the door...does Maisie want to come sledging says a friend..Oh yes please - I’ll just get dressed, now where did I put my socks. 

The cat stayed home.