WAFFLES: Look, Boss! I'm catching snowflakes on my tongue!
KATIE: Do they taste like chicken?
WAFFLES: Chicken??? Do YOURS taste like chicken?
KATIE: Of course not. They taste like snowflakes.
WAFFLES: Chicken snowflakes?
KATIE: There's no such thing as chicken snowflakes, Waffles.
WAFFLES: EEEEEK!!! These chicken snowflakes are COLD!
KATIE: The only chicken around here is Waffles.
It snowed like crazy here last week. This photo was taken way before the snow even thought about stopping. Based on our calculations, we got about 4X as much as you see in the photo below!
Katie is a gamer. She's fascinated by the snow. She'll touch it and let it blow in on her. She's even stepped in it a number of times. You'd think Waffles would be all brave and curious given he's the polar (pun intended) opposite of Katie. But we call him the snow chicken. One little paw touch and he hops the other way. He only lasted a few seconds by the open doors. Fortunately, it was just enough time for Glogirly to snap off a few photos.
Mr. Sun has been paying us regular visits so it shouldn't be too long before the white stuff is completely melted.