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Sunrise snow.

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It’s finally starting to look like winter around here, albeit a few months late.

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Sunrise over freshly fallen sparkling snow never gets old.

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But along with overnight snow, we’re getting sunny warm days and that means icicles.

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Pretty, as long as you’re not standing underneath one when it falls.

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I love a snowy landscape…

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There’s just something about it that makes me slow down and say, ahhh…..

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Snow cat.

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We’ve had a few snow storms this month and the inches seem to be staying put for now.

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Which makes me happy… but Lord Dudley Mountcatten?

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Not so much. After an impressive bout of crying and pawing at the door for walkies, the husband granted his wish.

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Which resulted in a face plant off the bulkhead doors and a mad sprint back inside.

Snow.

It’s not for everyone.

🤣

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More snow pictures, just because I can.

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We haven’t had a nice base of snow in so long I find myself walking around the property simply to enjoy the glorious whiteness.

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A path was cut to the man cave/Barn Mahal because, well…

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The beer and alcohol live there.

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I need to take his Lordship back outside now that we have some accumulation.

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I love when the snowfall gently envelops the trees. It’s clean… and peaceful.

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When I fail to shovel off the deck after the first storm? I regret it. Because now it’s probably going to stay that way till spring.

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The birds like our deck railing and land in certain spots to eat their seeds even when the railings are covered in snow.

It’s not hard to see which places.

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A snow covered Lord.

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Since we’ve been having a warm winter and so little snow, Lord Dudley Mountcatten has been enjoying stretching his legs outside. And after a particularly warm spell where I took him for walkies everyday, he’s been antsy for exercise.

Even when it starts to snow.

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Crying and scratching at the door, he talked the husband into harnessing him up and heading out.

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But then? He had second thoughts.

Snow is cold, and more importantly… wet.

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Which is why he hightailed it to the shelter of the woodshed and left the husband out in the storm. Cats are a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.

When the husband had enough and tugged him back out into uncovered territory?

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His Royal Highness beat feet for the back door.

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And assumed the position for a warm rub down and toweling off.

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Sometimes….

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Sometimes the perfect wildlife shot presents itself and all you have to do is snap.

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Our backyard deer really like their snow paths.

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Sometimes you order a blueberry vodka lemonade and it’s literally blue.

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Sometimes your husband drags things up from the crap cave cellar, and while they’re technically not crap? You still stub your toe on one of them when you round the corner because you didn’t know they were there and yell at him to move them forthwith.

😠

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Sometimes you want a little heat, but not anal angst level heat.

Ouch!

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Walkies!

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A warm day in mid February meant His Royal Highness finally got to go outside again.

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Being a fair weather feline who dislikes getting his feet wet…

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Lord Dudley works hard to avoid the snow.

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Bare earth is something to be savored.

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And rolled in.

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Homage was paid to his favorite rock.

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I swear I don’t know what his obsession is with that stone, but he rubs and rolls all over it every single time.

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