Queen Kitty is currently declaring that she has had great success in her hunting. I don't know if she has captured a catnip mouse for certain, but that seems the most likely prey.
She shall ensure that her humans do not need to venture out into the cold for more supplies. Never fear, we are well-stocked in catnip mice.
Perhaps, too, she is warning the mind-shattering cold that she is a mighty huntress. Maybe, if she is ferocious enough, it will go away and quit trying to freeze us all.
The male cat has staked out a spot under the covers. Unlike the girls, he will simply snuggle up and sleep. Well, he may stretch and accidentally hit me in the mouth with a paw. However, that is nothing compared to what his youngest sister has done to me in the past.
We all keep tabs on the weather. We all shiver just at the sight of the numbers. This human may be a Northerner, but this is not just the North. This is an invasion from the Arctic. There are numbers that are just enough to make one want to stay snuggled all day under the electric blanket and, since it is too freezing to venture out, that is much the plan.
Now, to get those pipes thawed out again for a second time in as many days...