Day # 745 of artic winter.
We have taken to wrapping cats around us to stay warm. They are accepting of it for the most part, but resist when we stand up.
The air feels nearly warm at 19 degrees Fahrenheit. My fingers did not immediately freeze to the metal latches when I fed.
Only three instances of nearly falling on the ice today. My balance is improving.
Ponies have become feral. I found one eyeballing the cat as competition for food. There are no more pleasantries to be had with the she-devil, Joy. We vie for dominance over the only path through the snow. She-Devil wins more times than I care to admit.
~ winter crazy