Meow! Take me outside, you bastard!
All day today my youngest cat, Gallagher who has the personality of a 25 year old who once excelled in high school sports, has been bugging me to go outside. So a short while ago I hitched on his harness and took him out to meet Old Man Winter. He was annoyingly unfazed by the the white shit on the ground and proceded to eat the grass like he would have in the middle of spring.