We were really surprised Thursday morning. The Atlanta TV weather forecasters expected us to get around five inches, but we didn’t believe it. Instead we got seven.
The cats all went out in the morning. Mark saw Smokey walking in a crouch across the driveway. The snow wasn’t as deep on the driveway, but it drifted up against the garage door so deep it was hard for the cats to come and go.
He looked like he was stalking something. He was. Rusty was his target.
That’s Rusty, with Chloe standing a little ways off.
Rusty turned to meet him.
He doesn’t scare Rusty.
Seven inches of snow! That’s a lot of snow. Good to see the cats go out anyway. Bonsai didn’t like the snow at all. He would try to shake it off his paws after every step, and look at us like it was our fault.
Cool cats! Since our cats are strictly indoor cats now (though they had been outdoor cats before we got to know them), I don’t know how they’d react to snow. We’ve only got “leftover” snow here in the northern Piedmont–old snow with a crust of ice from a short sleet event last Sunday and from repeated thawing and freezing.
Robin — Sometimes Chloe wants to go out, but doesn’t really want to. She’ll step outside the front door and sit there until I open it again, and then she comes back in. She might do that two or three times before she finally goes and does her business.
Scott — That’s all we have now, too.