03 - Well. It is snow.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Ragnar has brought a hill. Well, no, he's brought two hills and a goodly chunk of some poor farmer's fields, with a nice little copse of trees near the middle. The entire expanse is calf-deep in snow. And where is Ragnar? That little explosion of powder plowing its way down one of the hillsides may just answer that question. He goes charging energetically up one of the trees and then down the other side just as quickly, crashing back into the snow and continuing his joyful rampage across the landscape.]

Comments

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Enjoying the snow?

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

[Rolls over and comes up looking like a demented cotton ball.] Indeed I am!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Leaning down to pet him, even if he probably will make his hands cold.] Don't suppose you feel the cold that much with all that fur.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Indeed not! [Purring hugely] The coat of the Norsk Skogkatt is unique and consists of a woolly insulated undercoat topped by long glossy guardhairs, which provides waterproofing! We are ideally adapted for such climates as this!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Better than us humans are, definitely.

[prince-stupid.livejournal.com]

Now, I will say this! You should not underestimate the adaptability of your own species. [Contemplates this] No, indeed not!