It's freezing here. I felt snore for my first time a few days ago, and it was really, really cold. Honey seems to think that we will get new chickens, because of the name "Chick-Mas." I don't think so. It's so cold that a new chicken wouldn't survive. Panty-paws seems like a nice guy. I wonder if there is a chicken version, maybe Panty-toes. I don't know. Cinnamon says there probably isn't, but it's nice to wish and dream.
I hope I get a bunch of food for Chick-Mas, I don't really care what kind of food, but something. Apparently, we got a Chick-Mas Treve feast, just like Honey predicted.
It's snoreing, and I'm getting cold. Better go.
Love,
Henrietta