(Before my funny anecdote, I must comment on the blasted snowstorm that we all woke up to today. Clare and I spent too much time clearing the driveway and pushing the neighbor’s car into his garage. Didn’t plan for that today. Hopefully, flights will be on time tomorrow. On to the story…)
I saw the lone black paw tip peeking out from my snow pants (that were drying from the aforementioned shoveling).
“Is that stupid cat inside my snow pants?” is something that would have crossed the mind of someone less compassionate than me. I, on the other hand, kept my mind clear and went to grab my camera thinking this would be a cute blog post. Sure enough.
Ophelia’s paws are white, so I knew this had to be big-headed Lulu. Further investigation confirmed my suspicions. Always looking for a warm place to nap, Lulu did indeed crawl inside the leg of my snow pants for some shut-eye. In fact, I had a hard time getting a good picture of a black cat in a pair of black snow pants in the darkness of the room, so I was back and forth taking many shots. She never moved.
So as to not discriminate among the felines, here’s a random shot of the normal cat playing Superman upon awakening from a mid-afternoon nap.