Cats and snow

So funny this morning! Max went leaping out, shooting round the garden and obviously loving the snow just as much as last year. He kept rushing back to Milly, obviously wanting her to play chase, but she wasn't having any of it. She went out, stuck a paw in the horrid cold white stuff (this is her first snow) and promptly rushed straight back inside, clearly Not Impressed. And she's still Not Impressed, unlike Max who is out and about and obviously relishing it.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

Today's Christmas photo obviously had to be of the snow. This picture is of the village green, taken at 11 p.m. last night when the snow was falling thick and strong. You'll notice that even at that time of night there were people building a snowman!

Not a chance, sunshine...

Do you think I should point out to Max that, as a black cat sitting on a white snowfield, he has a snowball's chance in hell of the birds on the feeder not noticing him?

And in other news, Milly is still quite firmly Indoors. And appears to have every intention of staying that way until the nasty white stuff has gone.