There’s nothing like a soft, cuddly kitty! Especially on a bitterly cold winter night. This one looks like she (he?) loves to be cuddled. I started out the morning out in the frozen swamp, cutting down fallen cedar trees and trimming them up to add to my blue bottle tree collection next spring. Winter is the only time I can get back there without sinking up to my ankles in mud. And Lyme disease ticks are not a threat. Picasso, my #1 cat, had followed me out there, but after a while he moseyed back to the house. Even he was cold! I had to set down my saw and go let him back into the house.
After carrying 5 trees back out of the swamp, I revved up with a cup of hot coffee and retreated to the toasty-warm studio, happily painting cats, listening to “Science Friday” on NPR.
And Picasso? He spent all afternoon snoozing next to Bernie Sanders (the Siamese) on the baby alpaca throw on my bed. Ah — my lucky boys!