Here in Cornwall, at the South-western tip of the UK, snow is a
rarity, falling only once a year and usually melting right away. But
today it came and stayed, so I hoped that Snowball the Ragdoll
Hoolikitty, now aged 11 months, would enjoy a gambol and a gallop in
the falling and mounting flakes.

Not a bit of it!

Although he didn't seem to notice or mind the flakes that landed in
his luscious coat the cold and wet ground underfoot had him doing that
get-my-paws-off-this-nasty-ground-and-shake-them-dry-one-at-a-time
dance that's so common amongst wimpish kitties. A minute later and he
was was crying to come back indoors, settling immediately in a cosy
chair near a radiator to get warm and dry.

Pretty sensible when you think about it, but I'm sad he didn't enjoy
swiping snowflakes out of the sky or batting lumps around on the
ground. Even sadder not to get any pics, as I had the trusty digicam
primed & ready.

So I'll have to delay updates to his pics until his 1st birthday, when
he'll amuse & astound his audience with his skill in hunting prawns
(his favourite treat): he drags them out of his bowl and tosses them
in the air, then bats them around the whole house with his paws,
finally trapping & eating them when they're nice and dusty.

Purrs to all

Exocat, Bandit, Pericles & Snowball