Our tiny pine tree was bent with the weight of the snow and ice, but recovered nicely after being brushed off and coaxed upright once again.
Cyril was gravely displeased with the weather. Here he is being carried in the front yard to find a place to relieve himself.
Cyril was much relieved (pun intended) that we could move the yard waste bin and reveal a small patch of grass for him.
Once we came back inside, he was very willing to let me try on his winter hat in progress.
The cats' desire to frolic in the out-of-doors has been conspicuously absent this morning and afternoon.
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