Well Dave did have plans for us this weekend - and apparently they involved going outside to play in a blizzard.
Alright, to be honest, that wasn't quite his plans. He has some errands to run in the city, and when we left the house, it was a cold, but sunny winter day. Ten minutes down the highway, however, was a giant wall of snow.
We managed to survive it (stopping for lunch at a cute little bistro to wait some of it out) and by the time we got home, it was all over. All that remained was a peaceful, snow covered wonderland.
So I decided to throw the cats out in it.
Really, it's not as mean as it sounds - Tux has been yelling at me for weeks to let him go out. He snuck out once under Dave's feet a few days ago, but it was just cold - no snow. So I wanted to see what he thought of the wet, white stuff.Now, as many of you know, I don't know much about the first few years of Tux's life. I do know that he spent at least a year at the rescue - but other than that....
He might have been an outdoor cat - he may have seen lots of snow. It certainly didn't seem to bother him. He trotted around like he usually does, sniffed his favourite bush. Peed on it. Frolic up the side of the house to the backyard. It was all fun until he got to the backyard and spotted the Malamute that is visiting next door. Then he hightailed it back to the front door and was thoroughly finished with outside.
So, I decided to give Rocky a turn.
He came outside willingly enough, but as soon as his paws hit the cold stuff... it was time to play it safe. He wanted to stay out, but he crept along under the roses where it wasn't as deep. After a few minutes, he was pretty much finished, so inside to warmth and dinner we went.
Peno says "Outside??? Do I look stupid to you? Now, rub my belly, slave."
Despite all these adventures, I've made good progress on both the Big Cat hat, and my shawl. More details tomorrow.