Rise and shine, campers! Etc., etc. This native Pennsylvanian enacted her state's winter tradition this morning as best she could, given the limitations of the local fauna.
Eyes closed tightly against the Groundhog Day morning sun, Possum nevertheless
made scathing comments about the condition of our windows.
Post-polka annoyance; he doesn't enjoy any GHD festivities.
All five cats then received freeze-dried chicken-giblet treats, because I love them so much that I will handle disgusting things for them. They'd made an awful mess with those giblets on Christmas morning as we were unwrapping our presents. They were happy to chew on them but were too excited to swallow them, so they left slimy, partially reconstituted giblets on the rug. At least they were careful to leave them on parts of the design that were a similar color, so our bare feet would find the cold, gooey innards.
Around here, that passes for cooperation.