Daddy was so kind to shovel the snow off the deck and the benches so the mancats wouldn't have to plunge their dainty feet into the cold white stuff. He couldn't clear off the ice, however, so tender paw pads were still exposed to the frigid conditions.
To their credit, my mancats spent some time checking out their frozen territorial expanse. They had to sniff out every corner and examine every square inch. After all it has been well over a month since they had last stepped foot on deck.
Here is the evidence of their brave Arctic venture.
Something under here sure smells good!
Just look at that frozen wasteland! It used to be all green.
You check the other way, while I check in this direction.
There's something in the air, and on the stair!
You can never be too careful when you're this far from home.
You sniff high and I'll sniff low.
I see lots of footprints frozen in the ice!
Hmmm! There's some up here, too!
Everywhere you look, there's evidence of invasion!
Must be some type of abominable snowsquirrel!
What an abomination!
Here's one for the front cover!
And this one's for the back!
Dylan and Dante, having completed their mission, posed for the cover shots of the magazine where the findings of their expedition will be published. Watch out for them in the next issue of "Frosty Felines", coming out at the end of this month.
We're just so glad they are safe and sound back home after risking their lives in such dangerous conditions. They're planning another expedition come Spring.
What courageous mancats are they!