Sweetie has been acting so strange since it started snowing last night, running around the house (she sounds like a herd of ponies) and going around with her hair all up.
Then I remembered that this was probably her first snow. She joined our family last year and spent a good three months sequestered upstairs, recuperating from being a feral waif, a minor surgery and keeping her from the rest of the crew. I'm sure she missed the brief snowfall we had last winter.
It was hard to get a good shot because she was doing that foot shaking dance cats do when they step in something they don't like.