Bean Sidhe is rejoicing mightily: the white wet icy stuff is gone. He did like to watch it falling though, sitting majestically at the window with his mega-sized butt royally draped all over the hot radiator.

I can understand why he hates the stuff... Ive been cleaning off chunks of ice from his hind-paws last night. The stuff tends to accumulate in his pelt and for some reason His Nibbs refuses to bend over and lick it off, leaving me to perform the chore or risk finding melting pieces of the garden all over my eiderdown.