

Vote for me, or the snow gets it.

This is Eddie.
Eddie is not my kitten. But he was in my hood.
Here is a bit of scale for you to understand just how small he is (since my head could be a giant melon for all you know… and what is with my chin in that picture?):

This is Eddie next to the shoe I wore today… err, flipflop.
Here is Eddie with Catherine, who does not have a giant melon head:

Kitten and Cat.
I had to make that joke.
And just some more Eddie, because you know you want it.



And here’s where he sniffed the lens. Try not to kiss your screen:

Just. oh. my. gosh.
And.
As if that weren’t enough goodness for one day, it SNOWED.

And here is the gorgeous Cat, modeling our Murchies’ Hot Chocolates at Oakridge, where we emerged into a newly wintry wonderland:

A good day.
Now if only the Canucks weren’t losing…
Maybe they will start to, if *I* win…
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