Mrs. Wolves is seriously artistic

She takes pictures of the sky a lot. They are pretty good, in my opinion:

No, really:

Stuff happens in the sky, after all:

And, of course, if you didn't come here for pictures of the sky, by all mean, refer to the title of the blog.

Look, they're just cute, OK?

It's not my fault that cats do cute things. I'm a dog guy, but Mrs. Wolves sends me pictures, and I have to agree that the kit-tays are cute. Deal with it:

And you know there will be more. Kit-tays rule the interwebs.

Yeah, it snowed again, but nothing stops the work machine that is Raised By Wolves

So, there was snow predicted for Tuesday. Not much -- 3 to 5 inches -- but enough to make me check early to be sure I could get to work. So, when I got up at the butt-crack of dawn, this is what I saw looking west:

And, of course, looking east:

No problem. I went to work at the usual time -- 0:dark:30 -- and Mrs. Wolves picked up the slack on the picture-taking. She is, needless to say, much more artistic than I:

I think these are cardinals, but I am never at home and awake at the same time as Mrs. Wolves, so I could be wronge:

Winter wonderland, people:

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?

In the lane, snow is glistening. OK, enough of that shit. Here, Jeb the Wonder Dog looks for a place to unleash evil:

All in all, we got a nice dusting of winter:

I would say we got 3-4 inches. Nothing like the recent blizzard, but enough to notice. And I hear that winter is not done. We'll see.

I guess the sailors were happy*

Sunday Mrs. Wolves and I went to dinner at Cpl. Wolves' home. Always good to see the Cpl. and Married Into Wolves. But on the way over, we had to pull over so Mrs. Wolves could take these pictures of the sunset:

It was even more astoundingly beautiful live.

Mrs. Wolves certainly takes a good picture.

* The title of the post refers, of course, to the old sailors' saying, "Red sky at morning, sailors take warning. Red sky at night, sailors's delight." I have no idea whether that has any scientific validity.

Please, make the cuteness stop

Mrs. Wolves takes kit-tay pictures, I vow to stop posting them, and then pictures are so ridiculously cute that I have to post them. Will this cycle of pain never end?

Nah, apparently not. The latest entry in our "Damn, those kit-tays are cute" sweepstakes:

Man, I don't want to talk about it.