The only thing more fun than the season’s first snow, is having a kitten who has never seen it before. First she ventured out and stopped dead in her tracks. Then she gingerly ventured onward to stick her face in a plant pot that normally has water. She emerged with a faceful of snow. Then she turned around and tried, ever so hard, to step in her own tracks on the way back to the door, shaking each paw as she lifted it. Finally, she collapsed by the fire and gave me a look that I interpreted as, “Huh? What’s with the cold white stuff? Weren’t we in sunny California last week? Not sure I like being back in Canada!”
