Winter Kitty

My kitty can never decide if she likes winter or not. She loves being "outside" on the screen porch, but this whole snow-and-cold-thing gets her every year.

The wind will sift the snow through the screen porch just like powdered sugar being sifted onto a cake--very light and fine-textured. She'll go outside the first couple times, get the white stuff stuck in her paws, and start doing the paw shake dance. After a few more snow encounters, she makes her peace with it, scoops up a paw's worth, and starts eating it.

Even the wind and cold won't usually stop her from wanting to go "outside." Although that does generally shorten the length of stay. Sometimes she'll sit out there with her back to me, wind whipping through her fur, temperature and windchill well below zero, putting on a show of being a tough kitty. I'll tap on the window to see if she's ready to come in yet. She'll give me the green-eyed stare and then give me the cold shoulder again. Another minute passes and I tap on the window again. She contemplates giving me the cold shoulder again, but comes to the realization that she's quickly turning into a kittysicle. She bolts for the door, and as she crosses the threshold, she'll make the same grumble noise that Marge Simpson makes when Homer or Bart do something wrong. Like it's all my fault that it's cold out there. What a cat!

Yesterday, though, it was 20 degrees and sunny for a short time, so I think she mostly enjoyed her time out there.