It's cold, brrrr, outside! Abbi has stopped asking me to open the door wall or a window to check on Mother Nature. She seems to have figured out that it's too cold out even for the silliest of house kitties to venture out. I told the girls on Monday that it's so cold, it hurts to breathe. So, Abbi has gotten with the program. She's given in to passing out and dreaming cute dreams of who knows what.
Our crummy, old thermometer has slipped into a sideways position outside, and I've got little desire to make an extra trip outside unless I've got to, but as you may see (and just in case you can't, I've marked it where it is), it's 22 degrees F where I live.
Abbi has pretty much been in variations of one position thus far today.
Today is a cuddle alert day, as a now-retired weather person in my area used to say. Ateret is in a cute curly-q position napping away, and Livia is doing the same in her penthouse. I'm a proponent of walking around the house barefooted, but not today; I'm wearing socks on my feet.
How are you dealing with our latest cold snap?