This is how I spent most of the weekend. Curled in a ball. Sometimes on top of the blankies, sometimes burrowed underneath. I do love to burrow.
Mom says it's hard to get a picture of me when I'm burrowed. I just look like a lumpy blankie.
It was cold and dry outside. Grete woofie loved it, but even Figaro and Jonesie didn't want to be outside for more than a minute or 2. Mom said the thermomiethingie only showed a high of 34 degrees.