It's bad enough that people at this time of year have major cabin fever. It turns out that the cat is also very antsy to start playing outside again. While we encourage him to go out year-round, he has gotten quite soft in his post-adolescent years. If there is snow on the ground, he doesn't like to go out. If it’s too cold, he doesn’t like to go out. And if there’s any chance that his paws might get wet, he doesn’t like to go out. This high standard of dry ground and not-too-cold temps pretty much eliminates the chance of him going out very often in the winter.
Since we’ve had a few warm, dry days where he was able to spend much of the day cavorting, sharpening his claws (which have gotten used to sinking themselves into our soft furniture), stalking small animals, and staring at other cats, he has become less impressed with the great indoors. Last week it snowed (a little) and turned cold again. He had a memory of it being nice like it was the previous week, so he immediately went to the door in the morning to be let out only to discover that his universe had returned to a wintry scene. Over the past week, he has reluctantly gone out, but more often he seems to sulk and then run around the house like crazy. He gives me a look of “can you please fix whatever’s going on out there?” And after four long months of cold, snow, and ice, I certainly wish I had the power to make the days quickly turn warm and full of green things. I keep telling him “we’re close,” making it our shared mantra for March.
Sun, March 27, 2011