OK, so it's the middle of November and we shouldn't be surprised when we get cold and snow...
s'why it's called WINTER, right?
The boys are used to being outside for the greater part of the day (Esme is a mostly-indoor kitty by her own choice, but she's been getting her fair share of bunny and gopher as well, judging by the shiny softness of her coat).
The boys are used to spending the occasional night outside, too (read: 'Sometimes they don't come when they're called, and I have to go to work NOW, so they're stuck outside until I get home in the morning') and have places to shelter in case the weather is not to their liking.
The weather is not to ANY of our liking at the moment; 13 degrees, snow coming down, just enough wind to bite. The boys mob me at the door when I get home, then stop like they've hit a brick wall.
"Whoa, :wtf: !"This was NOT what they'd ordered, and they really want to know why I don't do something to FIX IT forthwith immediately right NOW.
"Sorry, kids...it's above my pay grade."
Esme at 12 yrs is, as stated a mostly indoor cat by preference and has no trouble with this.
Riktor, at eight years is an old hand as well. He's seen winter before and can deal with it. Wimsey will be four in January, so this isn't azackly his first time at the rodeo either.
Poor D'Artagnan however is getting a double whammy. It's not
exactly his first winter (he will be two next April), but it will be his first as an adult with his own schedule, who has grown accustomed to having the whole Great Outdoors as his territory. D'Artagnan also has an awful lot of Oriental in his gene pool- judging by his lean, muscular, long-legged panther-y build and triangular head with its long broad nose. This means he's a
very high-energy kitty. He's also very
dynamic...even when (rarely) standing still, he gives the impression of a coiled spring about to
BOING into action.
He is getting bored out of his furry little skull. He goes out for maybe five minutes, then he's ready to come in for dry mittens and cocoa (figuratively speaking- he does NOT get hot, cold, or
any type of chocolate)...for about half an hour.
I get tired of playing "Offside" (game where cat is always on the wrong side of the door), and if D'Artagnan is inside, he tries to either 'play' or pick a fight...it's tough to tell which...with one of the older cats. They don't appreciate it.
Right now, he's looking at me beseechingly with his paws on my leg ( he is always so careful with his claws! :loveyou: )
"Mom, there's nothin' to DO! I'm BOORRRRED!!"Anybody have any ideas on this?
Thanks...:hug:
The Bored Kitty-In-Question...you can sorta see his musculature under that sleek, shiny coat and I thought this pic gives just a hint of his dynamic, always-in-motion, spring-into-action aura.
Such an
energetic Baby Kitty...:yoiks: