Whiteness

'Tis all white. Tickles my whiskers as it falls. Makes the Freds and Fredettes stand out clear as clear. Garden is overflowing with small hungry birds all of which can see me coming a long way off. (Wonder if I look like several moving black blobs to them?)

Pretty but pretty cold too. Shall sleep in my new bed on the radiator until breakfast. If only I could work out how to get breakfast in bed.