Hi G-Fans!
We continue to experience various forms of ongoing precipitation.
Last night it snow significantly. Today it rained and had temperatures in the forties.
The ice got slicker. The snow got heavier. And it was generally sloppier.
Today was the day Snagglepus went for his test. He was none too happy being sequestered in the royal boudoir without water or food and then unceremoniously whisked away in the royal transport to torture chambers unimaginable.
He was not happy.
And, upon his return, he was still unhappy.
Well, he was happy for Harry's concierge who was the one rescuing him from the gulag. For her he purred.
The concierge returned home to crying, whining and general misery.
First of all, he has been disfigured.
They stole his hair on his belly.
His tail has gotten bad enough, now they took his belly fur.
Secondly, it is doubtful they fed him while he was there.'Thirdly, after many clams being shelled out, there is still no conclusive answer to his situation. We await the final word on an additional test he endured today. It may confirm what the concierge has been floating out there as a theory. She would be relieved to be able to do something to alleviate his unhappy state. Maybe grow some hair back.
Anyway.
I overheard a scheme to take us in the car to take us down the street to the school to walk around the building.
Ooooh. WHOOPee!
We didn't do it because there are a lot of poopie humans tonight. The concierge was game, but not without help.
So a stinky street walk there and back.
I better start seeing an improvement in the quality of the exercises offered around here or heads are gonna roll!
And I hear that more snow, rain, whatever is expected tonight and tomorrow with freezing temperatures.
YAY!
More slickness to contend with...
So, may you keep your wits and your head about you in times of duress.
TTFN!
-G
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