GOSH I spoil this cat. Must be old age or something, I NEVER used to be this way. Or maybe it’s Livvy’s adorable face and charm. I’m in love, lol.
Well, the temperatures finally crawled up into the mid 20′s, so she sat and meowed at the door, giving me those dopey sad eyes and batting her feline eyelashes at me. How could I resist? I strapped on her harness and out we ventured into the snow. I figured as soon as she tried to walk around in 2-foot high snow, she change her mind and want the creature comforts of the house again.
Not so fast.
I barely snapped the harness buckle before she bolted out the door. Whoa, talk about cabin fever! She haz it!
When I talk to her, she ignores me! She wants to be independent, be a Great Explorer.
On a wild goose chase. The snow is deep and only slightly crusty. It can’t hold her weight, so her legs go BOOP into the snowbank. I had to laugh (sorry, Liv!) because she was jerking her legs around to keep them out of the snow. No puss in boots for kitty cats!
Finding refuge from drowning in snow.
Getting a little cold now.
Yeah, ready to come in.
As soon as she was back in the house, she groomed her fur all clean, and took a long, deep nap. Ahhh peace and quiet at last!