It's a gorgeous snowy morning here in the Adirondack Park. Our neighbors across the lake in Vermont received 26" of snow overnight. Here in our little valley shaded by the Sentinel Mountains, the accumulation is much more modest...so far.
Looking forward to frolicking in the fluffy stuff, I went out this morning and, within seconds, thought my little pads had fallen off.
Turns out it was 4 degrees out there. I kind of thought twice when Oom first opened the door. The second clue was that there were no birds or chipmunks noodling about... Then, my paws hit the permafrost.
I now know my paw limit in human temperature terms. Don't go out for a bare paw walk when it's 4.
I'm thinking hibernation is sounding pretty good right now. That, and intensive cat toy research.
