By A Nose

Years ago I was given a book titled, Teaching Your Cat to Read.  Don't worry; I really am not some crazy cat lady.  At the time I was taking courses for my reading certification, so a friend who was in the program with me thought it was appropriate.  

My cat doesn't read although I think if he did he might not be so confused today.  You see it was only about 28 hours ago that he was stretched out on the back patio.  The sun had come out in the afternoon and warmed up the bricks there rather nicely.  After spending so much time cooped up inside, I believe that Scout was happy to be sprawled out and a part of the outside world instead of watching from his usual perch at the window.

This evening Scout swiped his gray paw against the back door to let me know he was ready to go out again.  I opened the door and noted that he did not bound out onto the patio as quickly as he did just yesterday.  It seems his little pink nose felt the same chill that I've been feeling all afternoon.  The change in temperature stopped him in his tracks. With a turn of his head he gave me a look as if to say, "what the hell happened?"

If only he could have read the weather report while he was stretched out on the Sunday paper this morning.  Then again, with a chance for snow coming once again this week, maybe it's better if some things are kept secret.