Curiosity Did Not Kill The Cat

Odin, the seven month-old kitten had never seen snow until last night. The white gobs fascinated him more than his pet rat or any other toy. For my husband and I, snow meant something less fun. Suitably bundled up like Eskimos, we headed out today to plow and shovel from storm that hit the New York area hard.

Domino, our outdoor feral came for breakfast but disappeared afterwards. Normally the large covered porch remains snow-free but the raging storm with high winds had demolished his heated nest  and dining area. In my zeal to sweep the snow and repair the damage, Odin slipped out without his sweater, harness or leash, for his first real taste of snow. The front path lay covered in snow as far as the eye could see.



The verdict? He loved it. In fact, he pranced around in ecstasy, buried his face in it, burrowed his paws in it, like a husky. We already knew he loved water from the bathtub, but who knew he'd like the frozen kind. I see more snow in his future and perhaps another photo quote de jour.



 

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