Rocky vs Old Man Winter

Winter has finally made a proper appearance in our neck of the woods. Earlier this week, the temps dropped to below freezing and this morning, we woke up to this...

Our street is not very long - only about 300 ft or so... but you can't see the end of it...

The snow is light and fluffy, but it's also blowing like crazy, so I worked from home today. Which meant by noon.... a certain someone was screaming at me to be let outside to play. He could plainly see that the yard was covered in the white, wet, cold stuff... but he was insistant.

So I did what any good catmom would do... I opened the door, and booted him out into the snow.

Much to my surprise, he didn't immediately run back in like all the other times I've tossed him in a drift. Instead, he headed over to his favourite rose bush

"Hmm...not so bad. But it would be better if it tasted like tuna."

"It is rather wet.  And cold. Why is it so cold? And why does it have to be wet? I don't particularly like wet. It would  be better if it was warmer."

But there he stayed, huddled by the rose bush. I was starting to think I might have to go get the bag of treats to entice him back in (I certainly wasn't going out there), but a big gust of wind blew through and he came running back in. (He's terrified of the wind).

He did get a few treats for at least trying out the snow, and now he's back up in the nice warm bed, being quiet like a good cat...

"How many more minutes until Spring? It comes tomorrow, right?"