say it with pie

The best thing about a big snowfall definitely has to be throwing the cat out onto the deck. He’s always like, “Whaaaaaaaaat is all this white stuff? Why is it making my paws cold? How come I can’t stand on top of it?”

Then he walks around out there for about 10 minutes or so making adorable leeeeetle feet prints everywhere, and I almost die of a cute overload. And it happens again and again and again until March or April! Just fantastic.

Bat bat bat.

He’s all like, “Lick lick lick lick licking my cold paws”…

…and then, “Hrmph………did I leave the gas on?”

“Of course I didn’t, I’m a cat!”