The rattan chair is full of smells. Both Domino and Dante have left their PURRSonal FURgrances behind.
And indeed, here he LOOKS a little stranded! His ears are in alert position.
However, today, nothing will keep him from his appointed rounds.
Every corner of his domain must be PURRused and reclaimed.
And then there's the bench.
"Dis is da first time I has bin BENCHED dis seeson!", says Dylan.
"Is good for takin' a time-out an' decidin' ware ta go next."
"These noo steps needs some sniffing, dat's fur sure."
"An' now I checks out da rest."
"I jus' wanna makes sure I kin make a kwik escape, doe. Mama's left da frunt door open a liddle bit. Whew!"
Dylan is intrigued by a stray leaf ...
... but devastated by the dump of snow that blocks his path to the remainder of his territory.
He has this 'thing' about corners, and this one, by the garage, is no different.
Dylan's muzzle nuzzles the edges of the bricks to reinforce his mancatly PURResence.
"But wot am I gonna do about all of dis snow?", PAWnders Dylan.
"I noe! I'll go back inside until it all disappears. Kin yoo lets me IN, Mom?"
Now what do you think? Did Mom let Dylan in, or did she close the door and leave him outside? What would YOU do if you saw this face?