The cat and I woke up early one morning just as the sun was beginning to rise. The sunrise looked like it was going to be a gorgeous sunrise, so I texted my daughters and told them about the beautiful sunrise. Of course Suzanne went out and took this picture of the sunrise that we were watching.
Isn't it beautiful? This was a couple of days ago, and the white at the bottom of the picture is of the snow and ice that is covering the ground.
This morning when I woke up Squeak, my cat who is taking temporary shelter in the house was sitting on my bookcase looking out into the snow. She loves looking out the windows, but whenever we approach her she runs off. I think she thinks that we are going to put her outside and she's not ready to go yet. This morning I finally got a picture of her looking out at her snow covered world.
She came back to bed for a catnap and then we both got up and she followed me into the living room where I drink my morning coffee while watching game shows.Today Squeak walked to the front door, so we thought she might be ready to go outside. I opened the door, and she stepped way back so I left the front door open just in case she wanted a better look outside. I was right and she approached the door again and sat there and looked out. She left and came back to the open front door several times, so after we drank our coffee we decided to carry her outside. I stuck her inside of her heated cathouse and she jumped right back out. We immediately saw that this was a big mistake as she started crying at the door. She wanted back inside. We first remained outside for a few minutes thinking that she would settle down and get back into her cathouse, but she didn't and there was no way for us to get back in with her howling in front of the door.
Of course we gave in and let her back inside, and decided to put her back outside when the ice and snow melt away. Last year or the year before when the winter temps got dangerously cold for pets we brought her inside, but in about 3 days she went right out, no problems, but not this time. Of course there may not have been all this snow outside at that time, and this time she has been inside for over a week.
The temperature is warmer today and I can see some melting going on, but now tomorrow it's getting cold again. This week was forecasted to be warmer with temperatures that were safe for our cat, but as things go here in Kentucky the weather changed again. We may be stuck with Squeak in the house for another week and then I don't see her wanting to go back outside again. She has to go because it's driving Rick nuts having her inside. He's not a pet person.
While Squeak has been inside she has cuddled up to me at night and has slept tucked up against my right side. Rick has been sleeping on the couch so that he can keep an eye on what she does or where she goes when she decides to take her night time walks. She always comes back to bed with me, but that wandering of her's is not something Rick can tolerate.
Squeak has been on her best behavior for a cat. She hasn't knocked anything over or insisted on being perched somewhere up high. Rick has seen to that and she knows what NO or GET DOWN means too. Sometimes I feel that she is getting depressed because she's not free to roam around and be inquisitive like cats are. She sleeps the whole day and catnaps at night. She definitely is nocturnal and does most of her eating at night. When she's been outside we feed her in the daytime and remove the leftover food at night. This is so as not to attract other wild animals near her cathouse.
We originally brought her inside because it was so cold out that she wasn't leaving her heated cathouse all day long. We hated that for her because she was not getting any exercise. We may have done the wrong thing by bringing her inside. I just don't know, but it made us feel better. Squeak protested at first and hid out under the bed, but this time she didn't remain hidden until the last day, but came right out after just a couple of hours. I'm afraid that we might not be able to put her out without her crying to get back in until the temps reach 50 degrees F.





