The Snow Effect

The little ginger feline galloped to the back door and loosed a demanding shriek.

The man strode to the door. “Are you sure you want out? It’s snowing out there, you know.”

“Meow,” the ginger replied in a determined tone.

“Okay.” The man opened the door.

The cat sprinted out, tail high, with a triumphant cry. The man watched as the cat took in the snow. His tail drooped, his pace slow, and his stride faltered. Stopping, he sniffed and stared.

“Want back in?” the man called with a laugh.

With a disdainful glance at the man, the cat hunkered down. He was an animal in his element. A little snow would not deter him from enjoying his wild side.

At least for a minute. Maybe two…