Somehow, I don't think that is Santa Claus on the roof.

When last we left our narrative, Chandler and I had just returned from a walk around the neighborhood to find that the roofers had arrived and were shoveling the snow off the house. Chandler was unfortunately less than thrilled, although he listened to me and did not bark.

I don't care what you say.
Those shovels are highly suspicious.

The house had looked like this when we left it.

That ladder was from Grandpa checking the snow on the roof,
not the evil shovel-wielding invaders.

Chan had a short barking fit once we got inside, but calmed down when I brought him to the window and showed him the snow falling as it was shoveled off the roof.

You mean there is a good reason for all this bumping and thumping?

Ashke looked like he could care less, despite the noise.

Hey, cat trying to sleep here. Point that camera someplace else.

Rowan wasn't as unflappable as Ashke, however.

I'm safe under the bed.
I'm safe under the bed.
I'm safe under the bed.

The sun came out and we could see the shadows of the workers on the roof.

I have been told to relax. I will not bark.

At least we could see the shadows when a shovelful of snow didn't block the view.

I will NOT bark...

It took the shovelers most of the afternoon, but the end result was a cleared roof...and huge mounds of snow all around the house.

Good, they're finally gone!