The wind is blowing and the snow is coming down. Actual temp tonight might be fifteen below. The Truckster’s battery needed a charge this morning. And it’s going to be cold all week, with temperatures not fit for the proverbial man or beast. Joffrey knows this.
We got this post last Christmas and the use of it has been sporadic. But since late fall Joffrey has staked out the top of this post as his own. He spends hours there, sleeping and plotting. I believe the young cat is plotting to claw that camera and its annoying flash out of my hands but that’s understandable. Then he went back to sleep, to dream of warmer days and mayhem. Sweet bloody mayhem.