a burst of cold wind...
the cat ducks back from the door
and turns to blame me

It's cold here. Of course, December in the Northern Hemisphere kind of comes with cold.

There is so much sun, though. The cats see that and want to go outside. So do I. Instead, we all stay inside. This is bad news with Java (who is black and white). He seems to resent the entire idea of a litter box. The stairs he likes... which is why there is newspaper spread on the landing. He would make a good accountant, though, because he can find a loophole between sheets, or by standing on the landing and pooping on the top stair.

Since the wind keeps him from going outside, however, he seems to blame me for the weather. He'll run back in from the open door and look up at me and make an evil "meow," then lick his paw. The message I get is, "You know very well you can stop the wind... see how it's injured my paw just to feel the cold?"

I'd like to go out for a walk, but I don't think it's going to happen. I keep finding things to clean, which is often a way I have of avoiding things. Funny how I never find something else to keep me from cleaning.

*sighing in the sunshine*