It’s soft and velvety. I guarantee you want to rub this tummy, yet there are risks embedded in each paw, The key word is “embedded” and those suckers hurt, hurt, hurt as they are sharp and curved in! Maybe we can forget about rubbing the tummy for now.
There was a goodly amount of melting yesterday. The heaped piles of snow are sinking faster than I thought they would. At the current rate, maybe only the biggest piles will melt by the weekend…I hope! The snowpack where I have to park is a pain, one that requires me to mount a small hill on one side and to slam into another one to stop. I worry about sliding into my neighbor’s Jeep doing the parking maneuver. She should worry about me, too, and make sure she doesn’t squeeze me too far south by parking her Jeep too far south because there’s just so far south I can go before I have to climb Mount Everest. The more piled snow I have to back into, the more power I have to apply to the effort; the more power I have to apply to the effort, the more my car careens around, slipping and sliding under little control! My little VW Golf SportWagen handles well on bad roads, but really! The parking spot is too compressed for fancy driving!
If my neighbor parks her Jeep pretty much where it is in this photo taken the day after the blizzard, we’ll be OK.
You can see here, though, the inevitable drift on the south side of my car makes it IMPOSSIBLE to park any farther south. Once I leave the parking spot, the drift usually collapses a bit where I park. Further, the piled-up snow that results from plowing the lane blocks my parking spot enough that it takes bit of horsepower to breech it to drive out or to return to park. All I can say is at least I don’t live in Buffalo, New York!
I can never resist the temptation to rub Beba’s tummy. The other two don’t like it.
How do you survive and function in this weather has always been a mystery to me, Doug.
I’ve lived here all but six years of my almost 75, so it is normal. I’m not a hot weather fan., so need my winters to survive my summers!
Stay warm and stay safe, then.
I am always willing to risk it to rub a tummy. 🙂
Me, too! My hands show that!
I love the risks of belly petting!!!
Me, too! LOL!
I hope the rest of the winter is kinder to you, Doug.
Andy looks very comfy, but I bet he has one eye slightly open in case you decide to give him a tummy rub. 🙂
Yes, the sly eye business works against unauthorized touching every time!
Tummy looks so soft and fuzzy … So pettable … But those stickers are lightning fast …
It is really soft and demands touching…at risk!
You do so well to get about. Some friends of mine had a sleek haired Persian which would delight in jumping across the room and landing on my hands with unsheathed claws.
When Andy and his late brother were wee kittens, they’d chase each other around the apartment. There would too many times one or the other climbed me, leaving me very upset and wounded! I’m glad they didn’t continue that into adulthood. The Persian you note was a very naughty kitty indeed!
That unicorn is so funny!
Is that not a unicorn next to the cars, in the snow?
Oh! Yes, it is. I hadn’t paid attention to what it was. It’s kind plump for a noble unicorn and I guess the horn rad more as a fancy hat to me until you noticed what it was supposed to be.
I have nieces aged 4 and 7 so I know a unicorn when I see it! Plus I live with Cat Daddy, who accidentally – ACCIDENTALLY – posted four laughing unicorns on the food bank volunteers’ WhatsApp group. 🦄🦄🦄🦄
The uniform was deflated by the weight of snow on it during last week’s blizzard. I verified it had a horn, though: no question about it being a unicorn!