Toasty Cold

One of Sean's favorite "tricks" to play on Otto is to let him out on the back porch when Otto is being very insistent about being out there...even if it's 33 degrees.  It's not so much a "trick" as giving Otto a bit of careful-what-you-wish-for.  Sometimes it's sunny and warm, and sometimes it's sunny and...not warm.  Otto can't tell the difference because the house is always a good temp.  


So this morning, when Otto stood outside the door going MRRROww, MRROWWW, Sean obliged.  And it was 33 degrees.  We rotated the mattress on the bed (which, blessedly, may be for the last time--a story for another post), and peeked out the window to see how Popsicle Otto was faring out there.


He was faring just fine and dandy, thank you very much.  He had found the one tiny beam of sunlight that was streaming into the back porch and he was soaking it up for all it was worth.  Eyes closed, Buddha smile on his face, his back end tucked into the corner of the porch, he was making the best of a brrr situation.  We just closed the door again and left him out there for a while, checking on him frequently.


Elroy started getting antsy--running around with his ears back, and coming up to me and mewing plaintively.  I figured out right away what he wanted:  Where the heck is Otto?!  He was just here a second ago, and now he's disappeared.  Has he been kidnapped?  Did he run away?  What will I do without my Otto?!?  I opened the kitchen door that leads out to the back porch but Elroy got spooked and ran down to the basement.  He came back up immediately when he heard Otto trilling his way back off the porch though.  After Elroy was convinced that Otto was fine and had not decided suddenly to change residences, he wanted a shot at the sun himself.  As did Reggie.  So the two of them hung out for a while, too--watching birdies and other cats, and enjoying the toasty cold in the sunshine.