"I am so jealous of the cats today. They have this wintering thing figured out," I remark.
"All I want to do is crawl back in bed," My teenage son replies.
"Me too."
We both sigh.
It's 7:30 on a chilly Wisconsin morning. The current temperature outside is -8 degrees Fahrenheit, not including the wind chill ranging from -20 to -30 degrees. I am freezing just thinking about getting into the car to head into school.
My elderly cats have already burrowed in the fleece blanket on my queen bed. As usual, their bodies are nestled next to each other. Emma covers her petite face with her paws. I can distinctly hear Victor, my fourteen-year-old cranky domestic shorthair, loudly purring. As an over-active groomer, he has a soft, red sweater on to prevent him from further damaging his skin. My cats don't even pick up their heads as we turn off the lights and exit the bedroom. Their eyes are closed. Their tales are tucked in. They look so warm and comfortable.
I yearn to crawl back into bed and snuggle in my warm covers, emerging when it is at least 20 degrees Fahrenheit outside.
Instead, donned in wool socks, multiple layers of warm clothing, stocking hat and upcycled sweater mittens, I step outside to begin a new day.
Cat envy- great name for the concept!
ReplyDeleteI love the photo, but you write the description so well that I could imagine it from your prose.
I love the circular structure of this post, the way it replicates the curled kitties. They look so cozy. This is a perfect slice. It reminds me of small plate food: Tapas. This is a tapas slice!
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