Saturday, January 12, 2013

Cat watching snow

I snapped this yesterday.  What you can't see is the snow falling, although that's what Enzo was watching.  I like to think he was as taken by the magic of it all as I was.  Because you know how cats are.  They just sit there in the window thinking, "I am taken by the magic of it all."

It was a satisfying day, all in all.  I never left the house, except to shovel sidewalks occasionally.  I knit, read (Mr. Penumbra's 24-hour Bookstore which is sort of a 21st century Name of the Rose) and worked on a novel which I somehow seem loathe to finish.   And all around me was the quiet, quiet, quiet of snow.


Louise Plummer said...

What a lovely image.

Lisa B. said...

beautiful post. I love the cat watching the snow, and agree--cats are totally mystical except when they're killing mice, when they're more like a Tarantino movie. Your post contains all the reasons I love snow days.