Combat Report!

So this snow that I may have mentioned also got as far down as the Washington, DC area. Which means that my father's interoffice snowball fight actually happened.

The organisers (my father and his normal working partner) were the only members of their division to actually show, but a round dozen or so attended on the IDA side. Among them, the official company photographer . . . .
( Combat reports and photographs. )

Who, me, picture-happy?

I never saw a purple couch. . .
. . . . I never thought to see one. . . .

The cats are now Exploring the New Terrain.

Well, Arthur, as demonstrated in this image, is sniffing everything thoroughly, but that's because Arthur is a small, furry locomotion construct for an olfactory system.

Safari Arthur! Burrowing through a mass of tumbled pillows and emerging, triumphant, though somewhat bewildered, at the other end of the couch!

Lennon, on the other hand, has discovered that this is also an adequate spot for Staring Out The Window, and alternates between lounging precariously atop the pillows and sitting and Looking Alert.

Arthur has only nearly fallen off once.