The Blizzard of 2016 has produced some stunning SnowCats!
Cynthia and the cats are lounging on the patio, drinking margaritas, and napping in the 75 degree sunspots courtesy of California.
Marcy: Don’t write that!
Marcy: Because everyone will move here if they find out it’s 75 in January.
penelope kitten (squeaking): too late.
Cynthia: Penelope Kitten is right. They’re already here. I mean, have you seen how high rents are lately?
Marcy: No. I don’t pay rent.
Cynthia: Not to mention you need a million dollars to buy a creaky 100 year old house with one bathroom on a busy crime infested street.
Cynthia throws back the rest of her margarita.
Cynthia (buzzed): Maybe… maybe we should move to the country. We could get a mansion! Leave this crappy overpriced apartment that swims in a sea of brown air. Say in Michigan or North Dakota?
Marcy and Penelope Kitten look panicked.
penelope kitten: but … we’re cali kitties.
Marcy: Yeah. We like to be warm.
Cynthia (pouring another margarita): We’ll be fine. We’ll stay inside under a heat lamp and drink our margaritas after we make fabulous SnowCats like these.
Cynthia notices Marcy and Penelope Kitten tiptoeing towards the front door with their suitcases.
Cynthia: Where are you guys going?
Marcy: To check out property.
Cynthia: Where? Utah? Montana? Idaho?
penelope kitten: it’s 80 and sunny there.
Cynthia: Awwww… but then we can’t make SnowCats.
penelope kitten: we can make sandcats.
Cynthia (excitedly and still somewhat drunk): We can make SandCats here!
Marcy and Penelope Kitten happily put down their suitcases and rush off to get their bikini bathing suits.
Marcy: Malibu beach here we come!
They return, dressed in their bikinis, to find Cynthia passed out in a 75 degree sunspot.
penelope kitten (squeaking): better call an uber.