Last Friday was raining and miserable out here in the Ozarks. The one time you don't get up to start the woodstove, the cats take over. They let you know it is cold in the house. They all piled on top of me and the velour blanket. It was very hard to emerge from the purring cat heat.
However, having Coco on my head got me up an moving. The farm waits for no one. The cats however, just kept on sleeping.
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