Brr. That’s all I can say.
I mean, just a couple of weeks ago, it was like this:
I was loving it:
But now:
Russell and the wild’uns have been pointing out to me that, before I got this D. Krauss gig, I, as a Wander Cat, had no trouble with winter. Find a place to burrow under the deck or between the bushes, chase down some of the field mice, good to go. So, yeah, okay,
I gave it a shot:
For. Get. It.
I’ve got better places to spend the winter:
Russell and the wild’uns can go pound sand.