“I want out! The dog gets to go out! Let me out of here!!” the cat demands, pawing at the glass door.
“I don’t GET to go out, I HAVE to go out. This isn’t fair, I want an indoor latrine like the cat!” the dog tip-toes far enough outside for me to slam the door. She squats and looks at me saying, “Seriously? Is it freezing as I pee?”
Finally, twenty-five degrees, a veritable heat wave. I toss the cat out. She starts to saunter, SUCCESS! Stops and starts hopping around on first three, then two legs headed for the door.
Less than an hour later they are both looking for the “outside” that isn’t cold…
January 27th at 5pm
Same spots – what a difference three weeks makes!
Nota Bene: I know I promised on Monday I would stop (bitching) posting about the weather. Did I mention that the toilet seat is so cold and I’m not comfortable without four layers at all times? But it is Friday morning, negative 20° and I’m looking at another foot or so arriving over the weekend…see you Monday?