In case anyone failed to notice the ill-contained excitement of their friends in Southern England, we have had snow. Snow falls in significant quantities here perhaps once or twice a year and it isn't usually so obliging as to fall at the weekend, so everyone's gone a little mad about it. We had about 10 cm of it in Cambridge. The bloke & I went for a walk around Coldhams Common. We met many ecstatic children and dogs. And a punk rock snowman. Then we came home and met Telstar, who was thrilled about the snow. Sputnik...not so much, as you will see under the cut.
[Hovercat can pass over snow without getting his paws wet and cold.]
Sputnik stays warm.
Brushing off the hood of our car.
Punk rock snowman.
Bounding through the snow!
Be vewwy vewwy quiet. I'm hunting hoomin.
Hoomin throwin me a Snowball!
I'll catch it!
Where did it go?!
I am perplexed.
I will keep a lookout for Snowball.
Since he possesses the attention span of a cat, Telstar's snowball vigil lasted exactly as long as it took him to work out that we were headed back into the nice toasty warm house.
Our snow doesn't seem to have been quite as thick and long lasting as yours, it was doing a good job of melting even first thing on Saturday morning. I made sure I got out for a quick cycle at midnight, when I knew it would be fresh clean snow, and before the cars had got to it!
Zev was fascinated by it, and did keep on going out for a wander, and then coming in to sit on me with cold wet paws. Kai, being a few years older (probably about three previous winters) was less interested, so made himself comfortable in the heated cat bed and slept. :)