My stray cat, Smirk, lives on the front porch. Today it was so cold I couldn’t bare the thought of him sitting out in that bitter cold.
I coaxed him inside with a can of tuna.
He’s never been inside and obviously never had the desire.
Once I shut the door he promptly climbed the wall and couldn’t come down until I opened the door for him to go back outside.
His antics gave new meaning to the phrase “climbing the walls.”
Can you believe that crazy cat prefers 15 degrees instead of my toasty warm house? Rebel Dawg and Lucky just rolled their eyes and went back to their naps.