Snug as a Bug in a Rug

(All jokes about my housekeeping can be assumed to have been made, and I'll direct you to this poem by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton as my rebuttal.)

It was a sort of a nasty, wet, raw, windy, rainy day today - or my kind of weather - following a pretty unpleasant storm last night that brought wires down in our backyard (and a tree).

M and I ventured out to survey the damage, after the power company had declared it safe, but she was chilly, so we bundled her up.

Could she be any cuter?