Nope. Uh uh. Not happening.

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Another attempt at winter cat walking was made this week. The husband bundled up against the chill and Lord Dudley Mountcatten happily donned his harness for an excursion into the wilds of our backyard. All was proceeding nicely …

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Until we opened the door and the cold air hit his pansy ass feline self.

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At which point he turned tail and jumped right on the heating pad.

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His Lordship is most definitely a fair weather beast.

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31 thoughts on “Nope. Uh uh. Not happening.”

      1. I think Sprint prefers that. But I can’t let him out. He ruined the insulation around my NEW front door. I have a screen door needs putting on before I can start letting him out again. Then he can’t reach the weatherstrip

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      1. I just read my previous reply and I worry that I may have written poorly.
        I wasn’t saying anything about feelings, rather about the inadequacy of language to express all the things that go on inside us in times like these. We good?

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    1. Over the years I have had a hundred cats, some I brught home, many that just moved in wjth me, and whomever I was living with at the time. About half wore collars, while the other half told me decidedly NOT! Of the six we have right now, two are collared, so four are not. For one, she uses the collar as a wedding ring. She is my wife, not Gail. She sleeps between us, to keep us apart. She owns the bathroom when I am in it. From the time I picked her up as a kitten, she told me she was mine — and I was hers! That has not changed in her almost 15 years.

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      1. I don’t live life without them. Though now, in my senior years, I worry about what will happen to them after I die. Maybe that’s why I live with a woman 17 years my junior. She’ll be there to carry on after I am gone. I HOPE!

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      2. Dude, that’s a lot of cats. We generally have two or three at a time. Our house fronts on a fairly busy road so they stay inside, which they don’t seem to mind. The one outside cat we had was Elmer. He was kind of a neighborhood cat. He was friendly and seemed well fed. He liked to sleep on our porch furniture and would sit in my lap when I came outside.
        Cathy came home from work one evening and saw him sitting next to the drive way. He called to her but wouldn’t come over. Cathy picked him up and she could tell he was hurt. We decided to take him to the vet and have him checked out. It turned out that some asshole shot him in the leg. It smashed his femur and his leg had to go. Between that and getting his balls cut off, it was a pretty bad day. When we got him home, the rest of the team was totally good with him, a bit unusual, I must say. He lost all interest in the outdoors after that. Elmer Melmer the big fat felmer, there will never be another.

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      3. Yeah, we all know cats like Elmer. Gail won’t let our cats outside at all, much to my chagrin. Not because of traffic or assholes with guns, but because when we first mived here there was a huge owl who used to pick up small dogs and css and fly off with them, as well as some foxes who didn’t bother taking the poor critters away to eat them.
        The owl disappeared years ago, and the growing town has scared off most of the foxes, but Gail won’t relent. Her cats are staying inside. That hurts me for them, but they seem to adjust, most of the time. Her favourite cat got out one winter’s day a few years ago.We never noticed until he didn’t come for breskfast next morning. We found him holed up in a snowbank out of the wind. He has not tried to go out since, even in summer. We think he used up at keast 3 lives that night.

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      4. Lord Dudley is the first cat we’ve ever actively sought out. All our others were strays who found us. Poor Elmer. Losing a leg is bad enough, but the raisins too? Yikes.

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  1. What a gorgeous cat, but he looks angry! 🙂 My older daughter took their cat, a lifelong Angeleno, out in the New York snow when they moved there and his face was utterly priceless. If cats could glare…

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