The Jungle is Dead
Last night it was so cold that the jungle on our deck died.
Mom said that it was in the 20s. Even the water in my dish froze. Dad took a lot of the jungle plants into the house a week or two ago, but there wasn't room for everything.
Don't worry about me; I slept on my throne in the computer cat room last night. There are piles of comforters and blankets to make it warm, soft and comfy for me.
I'm going to miss my jungle, but Mom promises that I'll have a new one in the spring.
We still have a pretty dogwood tree in our front yard:
And our backyard world still looks bright and cheery despite all the leaves on the ground. Mom and Dad worked very hard raking (Mom) and blowing (Dad) the leaves this afternoon, but we suspect there will be lots more on the ground in the morning.