tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544313573726082343.post5922863995674497440..comments2023-09-13T08:32:57.715-04:00Comments on Mad Maxisms: Snow CatBetsy Ashtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06871010122475160477noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544313573726082343.post-67370891474194861112012-02-25T10:49:23.042-05:002012-02-25T10:49:23.042-05:00Chloe, You're right. I've led a very shelt...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.Betsy Ashtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06871010122475160477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7544313573726082343.post-27082096167997884822012-02-25T08:40:26.644-05:002012-02-25T08:40:26.644-05:00Mocha, this is Chloe. I have taken over Mommy'...Mocha, this is Chloe. I have taken over Mommy's computer to answer you.<br /><br />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.Becky Mushkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11833297935575559624noreply@blogger.com