Maggie trying to tell me something.

Maggie tapped me on the knee tonight to inform me that she wanted a walk. I grudgingly obliged, but we had a rather truncated version. I draw the line at putting on the pink coat my daughter Katie bought for her.
However when I got home, she got as close to the fire as is possible without actually getting in. I used to have a cat called of all things Smokie, who I used to find regularly basking in the warm ashes. I think the next walk I take Maggie on, if it is dark enough, I shall ressurect the offending coat, and possibly upload this as a bad weather blip.
Adios.