Snow

We just had to imagine it - the snow I mean.  Here we are on the Piraeus Riviera, bathed in glorious sunshine, listening to dire warnings about snow falling on us, or preparing to fall on us.  

The temperature on Sunday was apparently 7 degrees C.

When the sun is shining on you, 7 degrees can feel positively balmy.  F planned an outing to a beach.  Aunty P and Mr B turned up for the outing dressed like they were going on a Klondike expedition.  They kept complaining about snow.

What snow?  We see no snow.

They pointed to some mountains far far away - so far away we would need Mr B's fancy scope to see them.  They had their tops in white fluffy clouds.  At this distance you couldn't tell whether the bleached tops were snow-clad or  wearing a white fluffy cloud mantle.

Wimps.

Between you and me it wasn't exactly summertime.  Cat fur is made to protect our poor delicate skins from searing desert sun and baking heat, not as insulation against winter chills (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), so the north wind that was swirling around the corners, even on what should have been the sheltered end of the beach in the secluded little cove we visited near Sunio, didn't do my aging bones any favours.  I scooped some sand beside a rock and crouched in my little hollow while my humans poked around in the gravel, skipped rocks across the flat sea, and found a tennis ball on the beach and threw it at each other (and me).  I narrowly escaped being sconed by a tennis ball a couple of times as it ricocheted off the rocks around me.

Before we left the beach I spent some time studying a woman in a white 'go skiing' suit, with a black furry hat that looked like she had long droopy ears hanging on each side of her face.  She was posing to be photographed by the man who accompanied her...

First this way...

Then that way...

Right foot forward with a bit of a hip thrust....

Left foot forward, hands carefully arranged to look casual....

Head back, gazing into space....

Edited to remove the human distraction...

Breathless look with parted lips....

Sultry....

That's me doing sultry on Aunty-P in the car...

A glance back over the shoulder.... (that one might have been meant to look coquettish) 

A flick back of the long furry ears (or hair) .... (that one doesn't work for me.  I suppose I could meaningfully preen my whiskers)

Smouldering...... with a pout....

All this (in her case) in a pristinely white ski suit with sun and sea (and a swimmer) in the background.

We see this a lot on Costa Del Tigger in front of our apartment - him photographing, her posing - but never yet in a 'go skiing' suit.