I refuse to shovel

Worst. April. Weather. Ever.

The ice pellets and freezing rain continue. We're hunkered down inside for the second consecutive day, which is almost unprecedented for me. 

Weather aside, Mr. Brat (Nicki) had quite the adventure early yesterday AM. 

Juncos in the back space yesterday afternoon.

Just before 6 AM I heard a faint, plaintive meow, the kind that means someone's in trouble, trapped in a bureau drawer or some such. I went hunting for Nicki, and it turned out that he had gotten behind the old bedspread I had tucked around the box spring propped up in the spare room (I'd thought to keep it and just get another mattress, use it for a guest bed, now that I have my new platform bed). Not only behind the bedspread, but he'd gotten himself inside the box spring itself (the underside) and was wedged up in the springs. He was NOT happy! With some help from me he did manage to extricate himself, and while he was fine, he just about gave me heart failure. At 6:12 AM yesterday I was hauling the now-ruined box spring into the garage, for junk pick up at a later date.

Brat!

Mr. or Ms. Squirrel looking a bit unkempt. Pic snapped yesterday.

Chip, the diabetic kitty who lives at my vet clinic. Look at those wild whiskers!

Morning sky on April 6, snapped while I was heading to the bus stop.

Finally, how the boys spent most of yesterday afternoon.

This also is how they're spending most of today too, only curled up downstairs instead. They have the right idea, I think I'll join them!  :-)

Peace.