For the first time since the evening of December 22, 2009, the house is 100% wholly cat-free, all the cats outdoors romping and playing in the snow, the mud, the trees, the meadows, and even scaling the William Rivers Pitt.
I don't mean to insinuate I disliked having a herd of cats indoors--after all, even though I'm not a cat person, I'd rather have them inside and safe, than outside and in peril during inclement weather--but they can get on one's, and each others', nerves.
At times, the past ten weeks, one or two of them was outside, but not for long.
Anyway, while the Sandhills of Nebraska may yet get another snowstorm or two, it's obvious winter is winding down, and that the cold temperatures are now history.
On the William Rivers Pitt, which is warmer soil than the dirt surrounding because the William Rivers Pitt is still "fermenting,", earlier this week shot up the first greenery, although there's not enough of it yet to identify it.