My cat was pretty surprised. He likes to look out that window, but he didn’t know it opened. I’m not even sure if he knows what outside is. He liked it though. I think a lot of information came crashing in for him, along with the blast of powdery snow. He was acting like he wanted to go.

I might let him go out when spring comes, if he wants to, but I didn’t want to have to go out on Cambridge Street and chase him down in a snowstorm in the middle of the night.

These are the pylons that hold the rusty chain that stops people from going the wrong way on my one-way street. Don’t get me started about the pylons. I blogged about them here: Big day on Cambridge St and here: Laser dreams.

Then I noticed something lying on the snow. First I thought it was some garbage somone had dropped there but as you can see, I was mistaken.

Just as I was wondering what to do about a person who had either died in the snow or lain down to make angels, they got up and walked away.

They were a little unsteady on their feet, so it’s possible they had been drinking; but the walking wasn’t easy for anybody last night. I think the snow angels theory is correct. At least they were dressed for it. They were wearing a one-piece parka, like coveralls with a hood.

There they go turning onto Somerset, heading toward Bank. I hope they got where they were going!