Friday cat blogging 3

I have saved the best for last.


Several years ago, my mother caught this photo of Pixel wrestling with a piece of ice. First she simply had it between her paws.


Then, as my father tells it, she got so frustrated with the ice that she threw it up in the air and caught it. Her paws are off the ground as she dances with her piece of ice. He calls it her 'snow ballet.'