We woke up to snow this morning, one of the worst snowstorms in recent history. When we looked out our front door, we saw these tracks:
The creature walked up our front sidewalk, turned around at the front door and headed away. I can't tell, but is that a cat's footprint? It could also be a fox, but I can't imagine a fox using the front entrance—they usually come round the back. The service entrance, as it's known here. Foxes don't put on airs like cats do.
On the other hand, I can't imagine anyone letting a cat out in this weather, but our neighbors have three fluffy white cats they let roam (and sometimes they go missing). So perhaps fluffy white cats are drawn to fluffy white snow.
This is the end of our cul-de-sac, covered in snow:
And the back garden:
On days like this I really miss my dog. She'd have been outside first thing, running around in big circles, kicking up snow, gobbling snowballs. Dogs are so much more fun on snowy days than cats.
Although, who knows? Maybe Snowball was having a dandy time in the snow.
