Tabby couldn't understand why we wouldn't let him out into the blizzard yesterday. It looked like such fun with all the flakes whirling around. So we let him out today, and he'd only taken a couple of steps when he stopped short and jumped smartly off the freezing white stuff.
First he licked his paw, and had a closer look at his footprints.
Weird stuff. He scratched at it. Nope, cold. And wet.
Let me back inside, please?