Colder than the 9th hell’s hinges out there…

Pond’s frozen. Our friend Joan is out gardening. Spring fever is starting to hit.

We’re meeting Joan for lunch today if she’s not standing out in her garden as a stiff and frosty garden elf.

Time, however, to get out and get some stuff. If we don’t stop for cat food our lives will be in danger.

We have however, been able to diet the poundage off our two incipient meatloafs—took them off dry kibble and began feeding these little tubs of actual chicken and salmon we get at Petco: grain-free, actual shredded meat that looks like people food, but has what the kitties need in the way of taurine, etc. Our kitties instead of sleeping all day are beginning to climb their cat trees and wrestle — and yowl —

And both of them now have waists.

Come spring, I swear, I’m getting us back to our diets.