It’s snowing at last and getting worse (or better, depending on your perspective) by the minute.
It’s absolutely beautiful, and is already at least 2cm thick on the ground.
Old Tom seems happy about it all, asleep and smiling on his bed of blankets on the couch.
I wonder if it’s because he remembers his days as a feral, seeking out a warm and dry spot to sleep. He’s sure had an upgrade….