Cold Feet

Well we got more snow last night! Not too much but just enough to cover the bare spots created by the rain in a thin white blanket. I actually was happy for the rain, despite the damp cold that it brings with it. I was just glad it was melting the snow as it pelted the ground.
Our cats were not so excited about the rain, I don't know if I've mentioned that we have four cats, yes that's right four. It's a bit much in our small house but we love them and I wouldn't trade them for the world. We had two until Fleezly our big orange guy, who by the way is really an awesome big fluffy cuddle bug, disappeared last spring. My husband found him when he was just weeks old with a litter of strays in a parking lot. He looked like a miniature lion with big blue eyes, honestly the cutest thing I think I have ever seen. So anyways, he was gone for about a week and a half and my usually well composed husband was a mess, he was so upset about the fact that we thought the cat had been eaten by coyotes and was gone for good. My friend Christine and I saw and add one day for two orange kittens, brother and sister, that needed a home together b/c they were such good buddies. We had lunch at the Lost Dog and had a long convo back and forth about whether or not we should go look at them. So we drove to Brewster, just to look of course at least this is what we told ourselves, needless to say once we got a hold of those two tiny furry balls of cuteness neither one of us could walk out without them. So 10 minutes later Christine's sitting in the passenger seat with a basket of kittens on her lap as I'm driving back towards Dennis. And of course two days later as I'm walking out the door to work who shows up on the back porch but Fleezly! So that is the story on how we ended up crazy cat people.
I did have a point as I started writing this, and it was this. I think even the animals are very ready for spring. The chickens and ducks have been yelling at me ever since the last snow. The cats barely go out and when they do they walk along gingerly lifting their paws trying to avoid the snow as best as possible, shaking off the wet icy mess every few feet. Two days ago the ducks yelled just about from morning until night. They had food, water, hay ect... really everything that they needed to be comfortable but they were just plain pissed off. It seems that they hate walking in the snow and they have just about had it with being couped up in the pen, where at least the snow melts immediately from the constant movement of chicken toes.
I think next winter we are going to invest in a pond heater so that no matter the weather the ducks have a place to take a dip. Hopefully that will solve their winter blues.