"BOOSHIE! BOOSHIE!" I guess I could yell at Booshie all day and it wouldn't bother her a bit - but of course, I would never do it. I don't believe in yelling at cats - except when they jump on your back unexpectedly when you're taking a pee, causing your aim to go suddenly shaky.

The wind is blowing today. Tearing, howling, whipping; lifting the sparse snow from the ground and sending it swirling.

I suspect this is what happened down there in Ontario - the wind picked up the snow, whipped, whirled and spun it, then laid it back down in the form of Booshie, then somehow took away the cold and left behind a warm, bird-loving cat.

Booshie, Booshie - beautiful Booshie.