It snowed this morning and as huge flakes fell from the sky and drifted to the ground, the kitties lined up in the bay window to watch the show. Tentatively, paws touched the glass only to withdraw in surprise from contact with the cold. A few errant flakes landed on the outside sill and several kitty noses touched the glass in a vain attempt to smell the whiteness. The flakes quickly melted, because even though the panes of glass felt cold, the earth was still warm from the recent rain.

The snow didn’t last long, evaporating almost as soon as the flakes touched the ground, but the scene was beautiful and peaceful, a good diversion for kitties who once were so ill.

I had another encounter with The Pastry Man this morning as well. I delivered to him the sad news that his rottie had been hit on the road last night. Poor dog didn’t stand a chance. A dark dog on an unlit highway in the middle of a bad rainstorm. Pastry man went off on me, ranting and raving about things that could never possibly be- perhaps fueled by his intense sorrow at losing such a good friend. Still, when he threatened to shoot the messenger, I felt I needed to let the sherriff know. They are well aware of the man and knew before I even told them where he lived, they knew who he was. Apparently, he was in a horrible wreck many years ago and now remains the shell of a man he used to be, trapped within a mind bordering on paranoia. I feel sorry for him. It is never easy to lose a beloved pet, and he clearly loved that rottie.