Town and Country... sort of

Friends from Venice have sublet my NYC apartment for awhile and I have subsequently taken on what I loosely refer to as my country home.
My new upstate New York retreat is buried in snow, five foot icicles drip from the roof in front of my windows like Swarovsky crystals which is breathtakingly beautiful and convenient as I have no curtains.
I'll keep this place as a respite from the city and attempt a garden in the summer months.
I sublet my city apartment fully furnished and have been living the past few weeks with a few essentials, one chandelier, one old red velvet chair, tons of books and a mattress. I am happy.
Concerning Pixie Marie, I found her at my door, a tabby cat, a godsend I spent four glorious days with. What I did not know was that cats roam freely in the country, they are not necessarily abandoned or homeless. I saw a poster of her in the village post office as a missing cat the other day and sheepishly let her go. She continues to come crying at my door which makes me uncomfortable as I am trying to keep a low profile.
I have another Pixie Marie in mind but she will not be available until she gives birth. She is a nasty looking little mutt and I loved her on sight but have learned to take cautious steps though I will not judge her past loose behavior.
Happy belated new year to all of you, you are loved. Show up at my door and I will take you in, at least until the authorities report you missing.
Apologies to Sarcastic Bastard and Beth, I had no idea I would be making so many last minute changes in my life.
The above illustration appeared in House Beautiful.