Cold, White Stuff!

I've been keeping myself indoors lately. Okay, I want to go outside, but it's cold and, hey, I'm a house cat. But I can't resist my person's call "Hey Kit, want to go outside?" It's the magic word. Outside. And usually it means I'm going to have some fun.


The other day was a bit different. I jumped up and headed for the door only to be greeted with more cold and this white stuff falling from the sky. I think it's called snow, but I've only seen it a few times in my life. It doesn't happen very often where I live. I decided to cut my outdoors jaunt short. Who know, that stuff might be dangerous.