Cold, rain mixing then changing over to snow. High winds in the afternoon. Outside, Kieran was over for about two hours. Most was spent at the diner. The joint was empty, not a soul around. Even the chickadees were hunkering down. For about 20 minutes, he went up the birch and progressively went into higher branches. There, he turned his tail to the wind, which curled it up his back. And he watched. I wonder if he's thinking of staking a claim here. We have at least 4 fox squirrels in residence and a occasional red squirrel (nutkin) who stops by now and then. Gawd, an impending feline/squirrel conflict and what could very well be a turf battle amongst the Sciuridaes (sci-uri-daes)
Meanwhile, inside by the fire:
Señor Bliss
Here, his legs and tail are "melting" (according to C) over the edge of the hearth.
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