Pretty snow, goats and Otis

The snow always looks pretty coming down in those big flakes, especially (maybe only) if you don't have to go anywhere. 

We had pretty snow on Sunday, for The Husband's birthday. We celebrated his birthday with dinner on Friday at The Buzz in Fly Creek. He washed down dinner with an Old Smokey—an Old Fashioned (bourbon and bitters)—served in a glass with a big chunk of ice, on a wood board, under a glass dome filled with smoke. Quite the presentation!

Most of the outside animals don't seem to mind the snow. The goat kids are at that age where they are having a blast bouncing around and chasing each other. I think the humans and animals all agree that mud sucks, snow rocks.

Otis, our outdoor kitty, wasn't minding the snow as much as he was feeling the pain of losing a fight with some other critter. He usually hangs out in our garage, but still goes out hunting mousies (and big fat rats!) even in the snow. 

Apparently he encountered something larger than a big fat rat who gave him a beating.

Nothing a $300 trip to the vet can't cure. He is trapped (until Monday) in a big dog crate in the garage until we can get him back to the vet to have the drain removed from the abscess on his leg. Poor Otis!