It snowed last night. Big time. At 2:00 a.m. as I was getting ready for bed, I got a wild hair and decided to see if I could get a picture of snowflakes in the dark through the kitchen window.It didn't work at all, so I cracked the back door.
A furry little streak of lightning shot by me at ankle level.
"Free at last, free at last!" she cried. And she wouldn't come back in.
I asked her politely. I rattled her food dish at her. I begged her. I threatened her.
"Don't you hear those coyotes howling up the hill? Don't you know that you'd just be a tasty little midnight snack to them? They'd chomp your bones and floss their teeth on your fur!"Nothing worked. She laughed at me from under the picnic table.
I finally wadded out into the snow in my jammies, set the cat door on in-only and went to bed to wait.
It was 3:00 before she finally got cold enough to come in and warm her soggy feet on me.
Remind me again why it is I have cats...
4 comments:
Good to see you back in the blogosphere, my dear! Looks like kitty loves the powder as much as the ski bums do.
My cat used to try to make a dash for it, but then he had a weekend adventure, came home so tired he slept for most of 3 days and has never tried to escape again. I guess he found out that the great outdoors is not always a 'happy place'!
I am glad your kitty is safe and sound!
Because of the value they add to our lives!
Because they are so darn cute, sweet, entertaining, and great company 95% of the time, it is the other 5% that is the problem.....same with dogs.
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