Cabin Fever

 

Fudge has cabin fever. He misses the open windows and door.

 

Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.

 

We were home.  I was working at the kitchen table.  He was bored and should have been napping.  Boredom doesn't not mean Fudge should be feed.  No matter what Fudge thinks.

 

Walt Kowalski said "I'm going to put my boots on and go feed the birds. I'll take Fudge outside and let him play in the snow."

 

Fudge only *thought* wanted to go outside.  He really didn't.  After having to drag him out of the house, he wasn't even outside long enough for me to get his photograph.

 

Oreo was out there for about a minute.

 

They preferred if we brought the snow inside to them. 

This was the only evidence of Fudge being outside.