Fluffy pretty snowy piccies

[FamilyWiggs]

what about unfluffy?

What, in the name of all that is fluffy, is that? :shock:

 

[MdB]

What, in the name of all that is fluffy, is that? :shock:

http://www.google.co.uk/images?hl=&q=mole+rat

 

[CatherineB]

What, in the name of all that is fluffy, is that? :shock:

http://www.google.co.uk/images?hl=&q=mole+rat

huh! There I was thinking with those tusks it must be a baby walrus

 

[Tom]

Here's a couple of mine....

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And one not-so-snowy....with a not-so-daft cat :roll:

 

[Penners]

No new photos since last year, I'm afraid. It's too bl@@dy cold to venture out with the camera!

Will this do instead?

The Snow Storm

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveler stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he
For number or proportion. Mockingly,
On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;
A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;
Fills up the farmer's lane from wall to wall,
Maugre the farmer's sighs; and, at the gate,
A tapering turret overtops the work.
And when his hours are numbered, and the world
Is all his own, retiring, as he were not,
Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art
To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone,
Built in an age, the mad wind's night-work,
The frolic architecture of the snow.

 

[Penners]

Oh well, if we're having a fluffy-fest I can't resist posting one picture from last year:

 

[JoceAndChris]

Really enjoyed all the lovely piccies - thanks! And the poem Mr P, isn't that just glorious- and very appropriate for here I must say.

FF, your compliment to Macavity has been duly noted as well and you will also be spared come the Day of Cat Judgement.

I'm puzzled how you chicken keepers get them to go in the snow. Mine won't, though they have the option - they prefer a spot of tea and carrot cake indoors.

Abandoned!

 

[Flyfisher]

FF, your compliment to Macavity has been duly noted as well and you will also be spared come the Day of Cat Judgement.

I'm fairly neutral where cats are concerned, but even the most ardent cat-hater would surely not deny Macavity's magnificence.

I'm puzzled how you chicken keepers get them to go in the snow. Mine won't, though they have the option - they prefer a spot of tea and carrot cake indoors.

"Mine won't, though they have the option". . . . I think that probably answers your puzzlement. Ours wander out into the snow quite happily (well, seemingly so) but they are not blessed with your distracting range of indoor catering options. But we don't force them out, just open up their coop and they get on with it.

Still, I also prefer a spot of tea and cake indoors on days such as these - I must be chicken-brained too. :wink:

 

[Penners]

I'm fairly neutral where cats are concerned

A condition which also describes a number of formerly male cats, I believe.

the Day of Cat Judgement.

Uh-oh! I didn't know about that event. I'm doomed then.

You might have warned me earlier...

 

[JoceAndChris]

:lol: Sorry, Mr P - you will only have your fearsome pooch to protect you on that day!

Still, I also prefer a spot of tea and cake indoors on days such as these - I must be chicken-brained too. :wink:

Very wise, far too cold to be working outside. I can hardly walk outside, the snow is so deep!

I'm fairly neutral where cats are concerned, but even the most ardent cat-hater would surely not deny Macavity's magnificence.

He is a handsome fellow: a silver-grey mackerel tabby British Shorthair, weighing in at 7 kilos, and his grandmother one of the Whiskas cats. His ground colour and marking aren't quite contrasting enough to be able to show him, but he's certainly a good deal larger than those I saw at the National.

Next cat will be a Norwegian Forest Cat, which can get to a whopping 11kg and a over a metre in length. They'd be good here, proper winter cats.

But I hope that day is very, very far away.

 

[JoceAndChris]

I think that cat would eat Mr P, and his dog, in one gulp.

 

[Penners]

I fear you're right.... if it IS a cat.

I have a strong suspicion that it's a Shetland pony who's going to a fancy dress party.

 

[FamilyWiggs]

Oh well, if we're having a fluffy-fest I can't resist posting one picture from last year:

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Where's the dog? All I can see are 2 pieces of ham and three black buttons. Is it a snowman kit?

 

[Jill]

I haven't got anything fluffy, but its definetly snowy where I live, this was earlier in the week, its even deeper now.

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[CatherineB]

I am very jealous, we really have very little to speak of.

 

[JohnB]

It's been raining here!

 

[Tom]

Still thick with snow here and it's coming down really heavily right now....again! Current temperature is -6.