Caturday Evening Post
December 12th, 2009 (Volume 1, Issue 25)
First Snow
It snowed a few inches here earlier this week followed by a few days where the highs were in the teens and the lows were too low to discuss in polite company. So of course Mr. Bigglesworth whines to go outside, because that's what we normally do. I cracked the door and he had the good sense to turn around and go sit on the vent like a proper kitty.
Then along comes Victoria - that stupid Weasel Cat dashes out the door at full steam and lands directly into the freshly dropped snow. Considering a few days ago she was burying herself under the blanket for warmth, you can understand my surprise at this development. Fortunately for both of us, she quickly figured out that the white stuff was cold AND wet and not suited to her standards.
Stupid cats.
Stupid cats.
