Several weeks ago when it was bitterly cold – into the minus 20’s at night and plus or minus zero during the day, Bob did not venture out. He wanted to go out… He would go to the slider and scratch to go out…

One sniff of the very cold air and he changed his mind. He then headed for the front door because maybe the weather was better out that way??

Another sniff and back inside looking daggers at me. Bob holds me responsible for the weather. This makes a lot of sense in Bob’s “world”. I am the provider of food, water, shelter, lap and bed. Why wouldn’t I also be in charge of the weather??? Thankfully, Bob remembers where the food comes from and forgives me for the weather.

Once the temperature rose above 10, Bob ventured back out. He hates using a litter box unless absolutely necessary. As soon as it was bearable, he was out for a short bit. That pesky snow sticks to feet…

As it got into the 20’s, Bob decided to go out for a bit of hunting. He headed for the woodpiles, a favorite spot for small critters. Bad news – the wood piles are under a couple feet of snow. He looked around mystified as to how the hunting grounds had disappeared.

No sense standing around in the snow.

Head for home…

…and a nap.