MANCAT MONDAY WITH DYLAN: SNOWBUNNY

Dylan was bound and determined he was going to go out!  He's had enough of staying indoors.  In fact, he's going downright squirrelly  (something he learned from our furiend Furnando)!  He races up and down the stairs playing THoE* all by himself -- unherd of, I know, but it's true.  *(Thundering Herd of Elephants)


So, here's what happened when Dylan stepped out the front door.

At least the walkway was clear of snow -- not so cold on the tootsies!  And it makes it easier to sniff things out.

But, of course, Dylan is not satisfied with that.  His eyes are elsewhere.

So he tests the depths of the drifts, following in the footsteps of beasts who have gone before.

But it gives him PAWS ...

... cold PAWS, that is!  

"Enuff of dis", says he.  Let's see wot's outside mai back door."  

So Dylan is released into the back yard, only to find the same circumstances.

It does smell a little different back, here, though.

"I deteckts de distinkt awoma of wabbit!", declares Dylan.

And he's right! There were rabbit footprints on the deck.

"I sees de evidents!", says he.

Bunny Tracks!

 

So, Dylan looks around him, but the bunnies have long since gone.

"Dere's nuffin like a nice bun at dinnah -- o well!"

"Yoor snowbunny till sumbunny loves you!" he sighs.

"I gess dat makes ME a SNOWBUNNY."

That's not true, Dylan.  You are very much loved by your Mom and Dad and brofur and sisfur.  It's just the bunnies that aren't crazy about you.  And that's only because you want them for suPURR -- not as guests, but as the main course, of course!

So, Dylan, too, can only dream of Spring, when he won't be snowbound anymore, and when all the bunnies will come out to play.