Winter came to visit today, and will bring the family these next few days. It's predicted that daytime highs will be in the -14 area, with lows at -20 by the beginning of the week. Hopefully it will be a short stay and we'll get back to relatively mild temperatures soon.
We woke to snow this morning. Our high temperature was less than two degrees C. today, and it's hovering at the freezing mark at 3:30 in the afternoon. But there was no wind, and it was sunny off and on so it was a very pleasant day, for me. The Red Chief disagreed. He is of an opinion that God could have created either snow or cats, but no god in his right mind would have created both, unless he had a cruel streak.
He was dubious this morning when he looked out, but once the snow had quit falling and had melted back on the driveway he decided to venture out. Eeeeeeeeeeeekkk!!!! Wet! Wet! Wet! Run, run, run back to the trailer before paws melt back to bone!!
By 2:30 he was itching to try again, so we haltered up (He'd asked me to take his halter off earlier.) and out we went. He lasted three or four minutes, mostly because he got to within four feet of a quail as it emerged from a hedge. (I got a picture of it, eyeing us warily.)
After the quail had decided that wisdom dictated flight, Sal decided that the cold wet gravel was too much. He tried to get to his favorite walk, the dog run, but that involved a walk across a snowy stretch of grass, and his courage wasn't up to it. He came in, twitching his tail in irritation, mad as the proverbial wet hen. I may look for cat boots for him. It will be a long winter otherwise. He doesn't seem to mind the cold, it's the wet paws he hates.