Queen Kitty Report: Whisker Freezing Cold
It is cold enough for this kitty to freeze her whiskers. That is what I have decided based on my forays into "near the door" territory.
"Why do you bother doing that?" my little sister asks when I flee that area after a few seconds--whiskers nearly frozen stiff.
Why do I do such a thing? It is sometimes a question that I ask of myself as well. However, I just can't quite keep from doing it. I must check on Daddy. After all, he is but a human... and one with a rather bad track record, too.
"You just about froze your whiskers off, didn't you?" calls my brother from the bedroom. He never offers to leave the comfort of the electric blanket to check on such matters.
Mommy also chimes in.
Do they not recognize the importance of checking on Daddy? Even if it means risking my whiskers, I must make sure that he gets out the door okay. Really, he is my purrsonal cat bed.
Still, there is a limit to my supervision of him. I shall retreat to a spot farther away from the door and keep an eye on him from there. I shall also keep track of how many more days of winter are left... and give Mommy a glare whenever she points out that winter weather could easily continue here well past that date.
Image Credit » The photo is mine.