Sorry, kitty. No outside today.
...Just trust me on this one.
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| it was SO COLD for so long that my giant rain barrel froze solid |
So kitty had a little adventure the other day. We went out of town for a couple days, and even though we had a pet sitter come and play with Soot Sprite, he wasn't allowed outside for 48 whole hours which just about killed him. We let him out the day after we got back, and he insisted on spending the whole rest of the day outside, even his afternoon naptime! He would. not. come. in. Katie and I, and then later Mr. Pickles, spent 7 hours on and off trying to catch him: chasing him, calling him, banging his dinner bowl, but he was in psycho kitty mode and would not be caught. So guess what -- he got to sleep outside! Thankfully it only got down to the upper 20s. He's got a lovely fluffy coat so he wasn't in any danger, but it definitely was not comfortable weather for a kitty used to sleeping on a down comforter at night.
The next morning I woke up with visions of frost-bitten ears, or scars from tussles with the neighborhood fox, or someone kidnapping him (he had managed to lose his collar somewhere). But when I opened the back door at 6:30 am wondering if we were going to have to hunt for his cold, lifeless body, he came trotting right in, ran straight to his bowl and ate and ate and ate and then spent the rest of the day sleeping on Miriam's bed. Serves him right, the little rotter.
He is so grounded.
