#smallstone 3 — 1/3/2014

 The chill air captured me immediately as I opened the door, yet  still I ventured forth. I shivered, hugging my arms close to me, bending down to greet the cats who came running, thinking that I had food. I did not. I tried to coax the shyer one to me, but she was having none of it. “No food; no hugs,” she seemed to say.


Regretfully, since my toes were now icicles and my ears felt as if they were close to breaking off, I retreated back inside to the warmth. “No wonder”, my husband told me, “What did you expect when you stepped outside, barefoot and without a sweater.”


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