My poor brother pulled alpaca-sitting duty on the coldest weekend we’ve had so far this winter. The wind was howling hard enough to tip over full buckets of water, the alpacas were feeling snippy and the kitties were feeling needy.
“I’m watching you. Always.”
When it was warm enough, the kitties followed my bro around the ranch like shadows. Mom and Dad had abandoned them for a weekend retreat, and they were sure as heck not going to get left behind again! Most mornings, though, they weren’t even interested in leaving their heated cat palace.
“Yeah, we’re not getting up.”
Meanwhile, Bravado had appointed himself as the “fun police”. Absolutely no fun was to be had in his presence. None. Whenever Tripoli and Morocco got a game of “bump and run” started (which is just what it sounds like, they run around bumping into each other), Bravado would immediately run over and break it up.
We’re due for some warmer weather soon. Hopefully we’ll climb above the freezing mark tomorrow. And I spent the weekend holed up with my crochet hook, so I have finished project to show you on Wednesday!
Cliff House Alpacas 
We’re just going into the minus temperatures, for the rest of this week I’m told. At least your animals all have fur. Wish I did this week! Looking forward to seeing your project.
Brr! And you have a much damper cold to contend with, I’ve heard. Our cold is so dry it makes you feel brittle. My poor pup doesn’t have much fur. He has been miserable.