Not impressed

Serious snow this morning.

At six it was a sprinkling. 

By the time the cattery opened at 8.00 it was deep and crisp and evil.

The roads were awful and I had the mile to drive to the cattery. I took it carefully. It was still snowing.

She sulked a bit (but, as I said to her, she’d gone in there overnight in case of snow). 

When we were safely home, she pretended she’d been starved, and certainly wasn’t impressed by the four or five inches of snow that continued to fall.

Extra: she may have been sulking but she was still posing.