Mike Hates Winter

Yesterday it was 9C and I opened all the doors and windows to air the house out. Mike was able to wander freely in and out for several hours. Overnight an Arctic blizzard blew in, temps plummeted to -18C and we have a couple of inches of snow. Mike was yowling at the back door to do out, so I opened it for him. He was shocked. He set a paw in the snow, backed into the house and trotted to the front door in hopes of a better weather result there. Again, disappointment, so he went to his perch at the basement window and sits, looking out whistfully at the frigid carnage outside.