Sunday mornign we had a minor ice storm. Nothing terrible but just bad enough to make you glad it was Sunday morning and not Monday morning. Hrothgar, however, was determined to go outside on the back porch.
He pleaded.
He whined.
He pawed at the back door.
He made a pest of himself, generally.
After hours of this, I was ready to relent. "Fine. You'll see its horrible out."
Andy said no. If we let him out in the ice storm, he'd gain some super power and be like a Frost Giant or worse. I feared an ice armor clad battle cat napping on my couch. Nope. Hrothgar can not go out in an ice storm.
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