Well, actually, these ones probably could. They turned up in my front yard last weekend, and they were as big as my dogs! Dumb as lampposts too. They let me walk right up and do a photo shoot!
I hope this is a sign that spring is actually coming soon because after rejoicing that the snow had finally all melted off my driveway yesterday, this morning I woke up to this nonsense:
And in other wildlife news, here's my latest shot of poor Anakin:
He started losing hair above his eyes in mid-August and was diagnosed with ringworm, but didn't respond to any treatment. Nearly eight months and $550 in vet bills later, we have finally gotten to the bottom of it. As it turns out, the mangy little barn cat that I took in almost four years ago is actually a Hollywood-style designer cat. He has a food allergy! Unfortunately, after all these months of scratching himself raw, he seems to have also developed a habit we can't break, so it's last-resort time, and the poor guy has to wear a cone of shame until his face, tail and front paws have healed up. He's taking things well, in that he hasn't yet peed anywhere he shouldn't.
Friends down south, I beg you, send us some of your sunshine and above-zero temperatures. Things here are getting desperate!