Still trying to get over cold stuff on the ground last Monday. I'd never seen such stuff. It looked like it would be fun to play with, but it was cold and hurt my cute paws. I wanted to go out. I begged and begged until my mom let me out. She warned me I wouldn't stay long. I went to the end of the deck. What's that? Paw prints leading away? Wonder if my friend Spats came over. I wonder if he's still out there. Maybe we can play?
Nope. I'm going back inside. This cold white stuff just isn't for me.
2 comments:
Mocha, this is Chloe. I have taken over Mommy's computer to answer you.
You have the wrong idea about snow. (You must have had a sheltered life.) Snow is like a big cat toy—you can roll in it, burrow in it, and pat it with your paws. I love snow. The next time it snows, I suggest you give it another try.
Chloe, You're right. I've led a very sheltered life. I'm just getting my outdoor creds, so when something is new, I play boo kitty. Next time we have the cold cat toy, I'll ask my mom to play with me.
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