It continued to snow through the night last night, so this morning I got dressed and went outside and shoveled. When I came back in I took off my boots and walked through the house in my socks. A. was at the desk in the room we call the office, at her computer, working. One of the cats was on the high, round-topped table next to the window in the kitchen. He’d been watching me through the window as I cleared a path from the house to the garage. The other cat was curled up on the bed in the bedroom. He opened his eyes as I took off my jeans and hung them from a hook behind the door, then closed his eyes again and rested his head on his paws.