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Colder. Very Much Colder
At 5:30 a.m. it was around 15. An hour later it was 14.2. Brrrr. Junior got antsy at about 5:30. We got up and checked for Scamp, but she wasn’t out there. Junior ate some breakfast. We went back to bed. At 6:00, Junior “checked” to see if it was time for him to go out. We told him it was too cold. At 6:30, he checked again. He was very polite about it, so I told him I’d open the door, but it was too cold.
I opened the door and the little stinker went right out! Fourteen degrees and out he went! I left the inside door open so that he could use the cat door to get back in. I figured he’d potty and come back in. We waited. And waited. About five, maybe 10 minutes later, I heard the cat door. Since it was so cold, I decided to get up and close the inside door. Guess who I found??? Junior went and got his mom! Both of them were sitting in the doorway–Scamp hissing at him to get his butt out of her way so she could come in and eat–and Junior just planted there looking at me blinking in the low light.
We were delighted that Scamper came so early. She seemed completely unaware that it was fourteen degrees outside. She ate her breakfast and out she went. We closed the door to trap some of the heat inside. Junior popped around the house, eating, drinking water (he drinks a lot of water when the heat is running) and generally going about his morning.
We’re always telling Junior to go get his mom. It’s about time he listened!!!
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I’m glad Junior found his mom! I always end up worrying about animals who aren’t used to our cold snaps… which are getting more and more common, despite Al Gore’s “invention” of Global Warming.
I even worry about pets who are left outside, despite the owners providing houses of some sort (or should that be sorts?). And, yes, I even worry about Iditarod sled dogs!
If it’s cold enough to freeze our downstairs’ toilet pipes, then it’s just plain too cold to be outside!
Comment by Danna — January 9, 2010 @ 11:44 am
We tried to convince her to stay inside–she gets frantic if the door is closed. She can tolerate it for a short periods, but gets very, very worried. We had hoped by now (it’s been over a year) that she would be more comfortable with us, but apparently she doesn’t need our house!!! We have also built her…3 or (embarrassed to admit) 4 shelters. She ignores them. Junior uses them as playhouses and loves all but one, which he also ignores.
She’s pretty wild yet. She told us a while back that with food, she figured she had died and gone to heaven and that was all she required from us. I guess she’s sticking to that story.
She’s been back in a few times today to get water and food. She looks at us with that cat look and scampers back out. Her and Junior are outside playing at the moment.
What can you do?? Apparently she doesn’t need us as much as we think she does!
Comment by Maria — January 9, 2010 @ 11:51 am
Amazing creatures.
Comment by Max Power — January 9, 2010 @ 9:23 pm
Cats can handle anything. No wonder they were worshipped as gods. It’s 27 here, which is very cold for J-ville, especially since we haven’t had weather about 50 since the new year.
Comment by Tia Nevitt — January 10, 2010 @ 7:19 am
Hi Tia!!! Great to see you. I hear you got an iPod Touch for Christmas!
I know some breeds of cats can’t handle cold very well and some can. When Junior was a kitten, he couldn’t tolerate the cold at all. He’d shiver something fierce. We didn’t know that they don’t develop the ability to deal with cold until they are older (which is part of the reason mom sleeps on/around them for quite some time.) Luckily he made it through his trials and now he walks out there when it is 18–his fur coat does him well!!!
Comment by Maria — January 10, 2010 @ 8:46 am