A wind chill factor of 19° and the percussive barking of our neighbor’s German shepherd kept our outdoor junket to 15 minutes this morning. Effie was brave in the cold, but when Serge commenced boofing, Effie became nervous and pulled ahead for a quick uphill sprint and back down, alighting on the doorstep like the bravest cat in the whole world. Actually Serge is a pushover, and he always wags his tail when he barks, but this does nothing to improve his intonation or reduce Effie’s alarm. I was able to keep up with her canter only because of my significant leg-length advantage, and my hold on her lead.
Indoor entertainment always invites the camera, and Effie appears in black, focused on her captive swinging mouse.