We got lots and lots of wet, heavy snow. Our mom had to go outside and shovel it, even though the storm is only half over, so she could put down food for our feral brofurs and sisfurs. Mom is so sad. Mom wishes she could bring them all inside and keep them safe forever and ever. She's all like: WAAAHHHH!!!!! We will have to go and comfort her and feed her breakfast now. At least, the furs can take shelter in the garage, is what we told our mom. There is food and much coziness in there.

Love,
Glowie Ann McChew-La and Baster Kincaid McChew-La