Last winter was my very first winter. Hooman said it was a mild one, and quite pleasant. I was not convinced at all.
The further into winter it gets the less sun we have, the less sunbathing I can do. This will not suffice. Hooman says that there is snow on the way. Don’t do snow. Cold on my beans.
Hooman likes to go on walks at this time of year. There are no sheepses or goatses about, and The Wally can gallop around unfettered. Unfortunately, little me, despite all my fluff, gets cold.
The fire. That is where it is all at, really. Nice, roaring fire, and those pair can go off into the trees, and down to the river, with snow on the ground. Still, it has yet to arrive. maybe it will not come after all?
Poo. The snow arrived.
Hooman says the snow might stay for a few days, or a few weeks, or a few months…
Not a fan.
I came up with a plan. Rather than having all 4 beans cold, I’ll put 2 up onto the tree, where there is no snow. Unfortunately that leaves me prone to a ‘Wally arse sniffing attack’.
Even my hammock has a dusting of the hideous white stuff.
AND the roof of my little killa villa! This will not do. Not at all.
I shall keep an eye on the sky, and hope for a splash of blue, and a glint of sun.
Come quickly, spring. Winter sucks.
Still, if hooman does perish in this bleak, cold, frozen winter, I would get to devour him up, as he is, I think, made entirely of meat.