Mischievous Maverick

Remember Maverick, that tiny little kitty that we found under the hood of my car a few months ago? Well, he is growing up. He's a rambunctious little fella. Rambunctious and rotund. That boy eats more than his big barn mate, Cowboy:

"Hmmmm, what's that on the floor? I wonder if it's food"



Anyway, here are a few pics of his first time playing in the snow:
"Weeeee"

"Hey, what's in this bucket?"

"My feets is frozen to the floor"


"Yes, I am precious. Click the pic. You'll see."

Who Needs a Stinkin' Parade?

Since they canceled the Suamico Christmas parade due to the storm, and since we bought all the decorations already, Sara got Hank all dolled up in his parade attire.



We'll begin with his end:
Just lovely.



Next, Sara wove lights into his mane:
He tolerates just about anything. He may not approve, but he tolerates.


The sleigh bells were loaned to us by a friend, and they sound really neat:

I sense a lack of approval on his part:
The decorations on his bridle were picky on his face.




Trying to pose in the wind:

Heading out for a quick lap around the yard:

Heading home. That was enough, and it was cold out:


Kinda breezy:


Less wind here, we'll try to pose again:

Finally, a really nice shot:
Merry Christmas from Hank!

Oh Geez!

Look what's coming, and it's not Santy Craws:


For my readers (I thank you, both of you) from the south and other lovely places that don't experience winter in it's full fury, that blue color represents snow. Lots of snow. The green is rain of course, and the pink stuff is a mix of pure hell. I, apparently, live just north of hell.

We have 10"-18" of whiteshit expected. Followed by strong winds to blow the whiteshit into drifts and just make a bigger mess of things, followed by frigid cold temps to freeze the whiteshit drifts in to place.


Ho Ho Ho...