For the past week I've had to put up with the non-stop whining of the humans.
"There's too much snow"
"I'm tired of shoveling snow"
"We can't get out of the house for latte"
"When will this snow end?"
"Seriously? Really? More snow?"
Blah, blah, blah, whine, whine, whine. If we whined as much as they did they'd tell us to shut up, and I've tried with the claw, but they just keep whining.
I love my snow, especially the handy mountain of snow right outside the door, its very comfy and I can see over the fence (um, ok so I can see why they complain about the vacant house next door, it is a pit), but the view is amazing every other place! I call my mountain: "Mt. Queen Meeshka" because its mine and because its nice and fluffy... with snow.
Its been a few days since it stopped snowing and now the lovely vast back yard is getting packed down so we can walk on it... except for some pitfalls that means a face plant in the snow (Mutatoe laughed at me, so I pile drived his whole ample ass into the snow, head first), but I like the snow... so the humans can just suck it up and leave me alone, on Mt. Queen Meeshka.