I looked out of the window about an hour ago to see our cat sitting in a random snowdrift, bolt upright with her tail curled around her legs and looking very stoical. A catly exercise in the subjugation of desire? Perhaps.
About half an hour ago I opened the front door and Tuppence came whizzing indoors as if she had popped out of a shotgun. I am sorry to say that she spent the next twenty minutes licking her derriere. One can only imagine she was trying to thaw it out again.
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