The not-so-adventurous cat
My usually adventurous cat, who often dashes out the door to explore the other world in her life, that outside-the-apartment world, a trek that usually leaves me thinking unkind words as I'm even later to where-ever I was going because I'm dashing after her.. This morning, she made it out about 4 feet, far enough to feel the cold of the freezing rain that I had just scraped off the car, and stopped. Must not like the cold. Guess she's the kind of cat who prefers to go on a guided trip, the kind where they pack you hot chocolate and prepare a warm fire for your return.