This morning Donny kept pouncing on our bedroom window. We were trying to get a little extra Saturday morning sleep, but he insisted something was very wrong outside.
We just ignored him.
An hour or so later Brett got out of bed, and I heard, "Oh no. Rebecka, you need to come see this." I immediately thought the cats had knocked down our Christmas tree or had made some other kind of disaster throughout the night. To my surprise, though, I found Brett standing by the kitchen window, no mess and no cats in sight.
And then I looked out the window. And this is what we saw...