It's now about 4:30 a.m., and the Blizzard of 2003 has fallen on the city like a hammer hitting an anvil! It's struck so hard, in fact, that apparently the snow plows can't keep up with it. Some jackass just got stuck in a drift on Flatbush, just below my window, and is making such an awful racket spinning his wheels in an effort to get out that he woke me up. He needs a new muffler.
Even Truckstop and Max are annoyed at this guy. Truckstop is sitting on my window sill watching the action, and Max has his head buried under my blankets. These two are a hoot.
It's not immediately obvious from the phot above, in which it looks like Max has every intention of eating the kitten, but these guys are fast friends. Max is incredibly patient with the kitten, who's often to be found gnoshing on his ears or his tail.
The other thing that's apparent from the photo above: My entrance hallway needs to be mopped something awful. Oh, and that green paint on the walls looks like shit.
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