Captain Midnight here reporting from Siberia.
Well Kingscote, actually. But judging by the temperature you’d think it was the outskirts of Novosibirsk. Himself snapped this picture of me braving the Beast from the East. As you can see, my built-in fur coat and earmuffs enabled me to prance around quite comfortably au naturel, as I believe they say in Russia.
French, you say?
Are you telling me no-one speaks French in Russia?
As I was saying, my manteau de fourrure was more than adequate insulation to deal with the white stuff. Himself, on the other hand wasn’t really up to the job without props. He ransacked his wardrobe for hats unworn since the last ice age and tried them out in turn. I won’t say he’s vain but there was no one else to take selfies, if you know what I mean?
He was planning to wear yet another hat but it was so hideous that I sneaked it under the table and gave it a bit of a chewing to emphasize my disapproval of the impending sartorial embarrassment.
Mercifully, Himself took the hint. The offending item remained unworn and I was able to hold my head up reasonably high as we enjoyed a walk in the woods, this afternoon. It’s not easy being a gentleman’s gentleman when your gentleman has such questionable taste!
On the other hand, I do love the white stuff. It’s amazing for prinking and pouncing and sticking your nose in.
You should try it!