freeeeezing

We broke down and turned on the heat this weekend.  There were too many complaints from Walt Kowalski and the cats.  Saturday was just damp and chilly.  (The fire outside was nice, but I'll get to that later.)

As soon as Walt Kowalski turned on the heat there wasn't an open register to be found.

 

Pepper refused to look at the camera.  Actually, I think there was a bird outside that was capturing her attention.

 

 

Fudge has claimed this as his spot in the morning when the heat kicks on.  He'll fight you for it.