Where Did The Snow Go?

And what might that have to do with today's topic?

By Rondo, bothered and bewildered.

Good morning, friends.  Just a week ago Mousie was musing on a snowy day.  Today we are looking at rain.   Yes, you heard me right.  RAIN! 

Here it is December 6th, a week later and the temperature is 11 degrees Celsius.  That's 52 degrees for those using the Fahrenheit  scale.   This is totally unacceptable for December in my books.  Especially since it is overcast and rainy.  At temperatures like that we should have windows open and sun puddles pouring into the living-room.  How else are we to get our Vitamin D levels up to acceptable levels?  

Etude:  Hey! Stop a minute, Rondo, my boy. Didn't you just hear the 10 AM weather forecast?   Temperature is dropping to below 0 Celsius (32 F) and rain changing to freezing rain, with slick, slippery roads for the evening commute.   

Well!!!  That's more like it.  Not the freezing stuff and slippery roads part, but  December ought to be cold and spent snuggling in warm beds, in front of a crackling fire enjoying hot apple cider and ginger cookies.

So what ought we to do on such a discombobulated day?  Well, I don't know about you but I'm going to go crawl into my fuzzy, though extremely small daytime cat bed.  Hint! Hint!  Grammy!!!!!!!!!!!!  Extremely SMALL!  GRAMMY??  Now, where did she go?

Then, after my nap I plan to make a list for the old GAL and at the top of the list:
1 LARGE, FLUFFY, SHEARLING-lined CAT BED heater included.   I think I might write it in GREEN ink and underline it in RED and BOLD the whole thing.   Yes, that's what I plan to do.  

I don't understand how Mousie can have a bed, NO, make that TWO beds that are big enough for three of her and I get a puny chipmunk-sized bed.   AND imagine how ETUDE must feel.  He's bigger than I - like 20% bigger than this handsome fellow (that's me!). His fluffbutt hangs out of all beds even one that is big enough for three Mousies.  Imagine him trying to fit into my skimpy bed?  In all situations the poor guy is bound to get a chill in his nether-regions.  In fact, if not careful those nether regions might freeze and drop off.  Horrors!   GRAMMY!  make that 2 Shearling-lined CAT BEDS.  1 Large and 1 Great Dane-sized for Etude.

Friends, I've decided to show how utterly deprived we are.... Warning, be prepared for the shocking photos below. 

Editor Comment:   As I post this for the vociferous complainant, let me clarify...  There are more cozy beds for kitties - even Great Dane-sized kitties - than you can imagine.   More shearling-lined toasty resting spots for them than for the one who pays the bills.  AND if that isn't enough there are heated SNUGGLE-SAFES and MAGIC BAGS warmed up and put into those beds morning and evening through each month with the letter R in it.

Comments are encouraged.  We love the humorous ones especially.  Hugs!

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