It’s six below zero right now with a “feels like” of minus twenty-five. The cats hate it. Daniel had gotten used to twenty above temps and spending an hour or so patrolling the yard. Sneaks would go out for a little sun and stretching. Joffrey just went out to be a freak. And today they’re all PISSED OFF. Sneakers is staring out the sliding glass door wondering why the winter betrayed him.
Me, I’m just glad I’m not a brass monkey.
