Winter of Discontent

Today it was cold.

No snow had fallen.

The clouds had cleared, and with them

any hope of keeping warm air in.

By 1:00 in the afternoon it was a brisk 17°F.

Our usual outing was brief.

I didn't even want to stay in the office

even though it was warm there.

"New rug? That's nice. Not even going to smell it!"

I wanted to get all my outdoor time done with!

As usual on Wednesdays, that guy came and took Mom away.

I sat at home with Daddy, curled in my blanket.

I wasn't about to move!

When she got back I was restless.

She started talking on the phone,

so I wandered all around her, getting into

everything I could find.

When she finally got off the phone she tried to play with me.

This is all the effort I put into it:

So Mom gave up.

Then I sat in defiance.

So she picked up the toy again.

I did this:

And this:

Then I became more interested in the

smell of this plastic bag:

So Mom gave up again.

Now I'm sitting on the back of the recliner

waiting for Mom to sit down so I can have her lap.

Did I mention it's cold?

3°F now!

I don't care if that's outside and I'm inside!

I'm still going to complain!