|Here, kitty, kitty!|
Most of us don't really care. With all the windows replaced and the nooks and crannies insulated, our house is a refuge. The cats wallow in the sunshine, wrapping their tails tightly around their feet. If there's a chance of being pet, they leap from their spots and come running over.
The sheep are probably least bothered of all. Their wool has been replenished so they look like fat, dense cotton wads. Their thick hair, mingled with an abundance of greasy, water-resistant lanolin, keeps them toasty warm, even in the windiest, sharply frigid temperatures. It's no wonder a cozy wool sweater can have its wearer sweating in no time.
|Look at that face! And that's right after I gave him a heaping scoop of sweet feed!|
Even our tiger, Hercules is undeterred by all the nastiness. He patiently waits for the horses to drop crumbles of food so he can snatch them up. Weird, I know. He's very open minded when it comes to eating.
. . .but then I have a feeling that he'd still be cantankerous . . .