It Sure Is Cold....

For the record, Bailey and Elmer despise this sort of cold.  Come to think of it, so do I.  -10F last night, we're not up to zero yet and it's almost 11 am. We have to drag Bailey outside...literally.  It's almost like giving her a bath.  You ask her if she needs to go out because she hasn't asked in several hours and she runs and dives under the bed.  Elmer?  She won't go near the door.  The summer cat that we hardly ever see all summer, can't be persuaded to leave the house for any reason.  At least she has a litter pan to go in.  


Bailey hibernates, Elmer gets fidgety.  I suppose it's a cat's way of dealing with cabin fever.  She stalks around the house looking for trouble.  Fortunately for her, the cold has driven a mouse into the house.  Elmer knows it's here, but she is biding her time.  No sense catching it right off.  Drag it out to increase the time she has something to do.  


I'm going to go hibernate with Bailey.  Happiness is snuggling a warm beagle.