Cabin Fever.

 

 

 

I feel like I'm in that movie "Misery" with Kathy Bates  and James Cain.

 

Snowed in.  One part of me crazy and the other hopeless.

For the first time ever, I don't like all four of the seasons.

 

I should have been born a dog.

 

Dogs love snow.

If I had been born a dog this would have been me today:

 

 

 

I would have been awash with a love of life because snow was no deterrent to me.

My coat is built in.

 

 

 Or on...it wouldn't matter.  If I was a dog...snow would be fun.

 

You get your face all in it and you bite it. 

 Bite that snow.

 

 Then you run and run and run-- faster than any dog

has ever run before.

 

 

 I'd invite my friends over and we would keep a look out

 from the depths of the snow.  The deeper the better. 

Everyone's happy because dogs love snow.

 

In fact, even a cat will love snow when they get over themselves.

 

 

Cats take a slightly different take on the whole subject.

You see, cats really like suspense...

They like to peek over that snow preparing to pounce.

Cats are invisible in snow.

They become invisible by shaking their paws when they

get wet.  This turns on the invisibility.

 

So, they peer over the snow and then...

 

 

... they attack. 

 

 

After a few games of "attack", cats will begin

to act like dogs in the snow. 

 

See?  They love it, too.

 

Absolutely joyous.

 

Then everyone gets cozy and takes a nap inside where it's warm.

 

Next lifetime, I'm coming back as a dog.  Or cat.

Or an Arizona resident.