I have been blessed with a cat that doesn't mind the weather. He'll run outside when it's raining or snowing. He does draw the line on strong wind but most creatures are sensible about that. So this morning now that the wind has died down, Buster was anxious to go outside to play in the snow.
The flakes are soft and light, good for digging into
When he's had enough he comes in.
Those white flecks? Snow. And not a shaken paw or shiver of revulsion. A bite to eat and he's back out again.