Does it Snow in Heaven?

I wonder - does it snow in Heaven? I hope so. Is there anything more lovely than falling snow? White puffs of snow, like fresh picked cotton, drifting through the trees . . .  carpeting fields in white satin; waiting for tomorrow's sunshine to set it on fire, to lift it's sparkle, to reflect the sky.

Having said that, I can almost feel the volley of hard-packed snow balls headed my way - launched by friends and foe alike, who, like me, are currently snowbound.

'Is she nuts?' I hear. (Grinding your teeth doesn't help, by the way. It shortens them. Lopsidedly.)

Maybe I am nuts. Especially when I consider the fact that, like you, I may not be able to get out of my driveway until the Lilacs bloom.

Miss Kitty is not amused. Especially since I aired the picture of her makeshift bathroom on face book. Crass, Ginny. Crass. And unfeeling. Politically incorrect. Apparently, when she decided to scrape a place in the snow on my lower deck, her paws got cold, her nose froze and her behind accidently touched the snow.

I don't get it. Your ancestors were Norwegian Forest cats, my dear Miss Kitty. You've got tufts of fur between your toes and around your pads, and a downy undercoat to keep you warm . . . your ears are tufted inside and out and you've got a fur coat that some people around here would kill for. Don't look at me like that . . . And why don't you use your litter box?

Don't you get it? I'm a Norwegian Forest cat! We prefer the outdoors.

Yup. "Have a cookie, Pussy Cat."

Speaking of cookies - that makes me think of hot chocolate . . . Now, there's a thought. And marshmallows. Hmmm. What else is there to do on a snowy day? Bake cookies? June Cleaver would. I'll get a roll of Pillsbury cookie dough out of the freezer. Come to think of it, I could combine all of the above (substituting the cookie dough with a Duncan Hinds cake mix) and mix up a chocolate marshmallow cream cake. Hmm. Snowbound is okay.
It holds all kinds of possibilities.  Afterall, we all need an extra layer of fat to combat the icy cold. Don't we? We'll go to Zumba when the sun comes out.

But back to my original thought - I think they do have snow in Heaven. A lot of people love the snow. Skiers, snow boarders, Apres skiers . . .  Pandas and  Labradors. Snow bunnies. A Heaven with no snow? Never.

So, relax. It'll stop snowing when it's time for it to stop. In the meantime, we'll think of spring and sip hot chocolate. And, look on the bright side -  if this icy business goes on too long, we can break out the caramel whisky eggnog. Cheers, everyone!