Monte made a nuisance of himself by pestering me to get up and let him out. I knew he wasn't gonna want to because earlier we'd had rain, but then I noticed it was snowing. He loves going out and from a safe spot watching it snow. Not tonight though. He wouldn't even poke his head out, take a peek. He just stared at me and kind of whined at me like – fix it so I can go out. I gave up trying to understand this cat and went to pour some coffee. By the time I got back, in less than three minutes, he was zonked out cold. What the... why?
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