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We had our first light dusting of snow last week and the husband thought he’d let Lord Dudley Mountcatten experience it firsthand. (Or paw, as the case may be)
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A thorough sniff was taken from the doorway.
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And tentative steps were taken…
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Then he beat feet under the table where there was no snow.
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A few seconds were spent in internal debate before scuttling out the other end and trotting back to the warm house…
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Where a not so subtle request was made to ignite the heating pad.
Impressed by snow?
I think that’s a resounding no.
6-8 inches are forecast tonight. Can’t wait to plop him in the middle of that tomorrow.
😈
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River's world..... 
So get him an RV and let him hit the Interstate to Florida, like all the other snowbirds do.
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Nope. He’s going to have to tough it out with the rest of us.
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What’s ‘snow’????? Isn’t that the stuff that used to be on Late TV????
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It’s the pretty stuff Bing Crosby sings about.
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You want snow? I have 3 feet of it outside my front door. But I only ship collect, no guarantee it will not be water by the time it arrives.
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He doesn’t want it. That’s why he lives in Florida.
🤣
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Get Lord Dudley a sled for Christmas. If they don’t make one for cats, get him a dogsled and don’t tell him he’s supposed to pull it, not ride on it; what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him — at least, not until he has to pull it with you on it (you might consider going on a diet first). 😉
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He’d probably like being towed around on a sled. As long as there’s a heating pad under him that is…
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Aeons ago in an adobe house on a hippie commune, we had a cat. The house house had four rooms, each having two doors. One into the next room, and one going out.
Timothy, our cat who had lost his tail, would go up to the door and ask to be let out. If there was snow, he would back into the house and go yowl at another door. Surely one of those doors didn’t have snow outside!
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That’s so cute. Poor guy, I better he never found the right door.
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Read Robert A. Heinlein, “The Doorway into Summer.”
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Lord Dudley is very handsome! Maybe he will learn to like snow? Good luck!
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It’s not looking good so far, but we’ll see.
😉
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Obviously, he enjoys being a spoiled Prince er Lord Housecat! I think you should accept that and let him experience snow from a window.
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He was pawing at the door wanting to go out. We had to oblige…
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Let him out when something is eating at a birdfeeder. He will not notice the snow until it is too late!
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While he loves to watch the little birds from the window, once he’s outside he could care less and only wants mice.
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And he calls himself a cat? Not that I want to see any domestic animal killing wild ones (they don’t have to do it for food) I understand it is instinct that drives them. Lord Mountcatten has lost half his instinct, or more.
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A truly domesticated beast, yes.
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Our cats were the same. They’d take a tentative step forward. Shake off the paw. Look at the wet paw with dismay.
And then make a u-turn back to the house.
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We’ve had cats that loved it. Alas, I fear Dudley is not one of them..
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My cats are noping at the door to 50° weather! They won’t go out till it warms a bit.
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I don’t think temperature is the issue here. More a “ ew, my feet are wet” scenario.
🥴
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That too! We had “real” rain for the first time in most of my cat’s lives and they were horribly confused.
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As much as Sydney loves going outside, she is not a fan of snow either. And like you, I’m a fan of plopping her in it!
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I’m going to wait for a good foot and then try again..
😉
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