Golfball-sized brain

This is Rudy. Rudy loves to go outside, because he was a barn cat before we got him. When he's inside, he pines for the great outdoors. He meows longingly for whatever may lay on the other side of the door. If only he had opposable thumbs!

Ruds also has what Matt & I like to call a "golfball-sized brain." Which means that he quickly forgets that there is SNOW on the ground outside right now. And that going outside will require that he walk on the white powdery coldness. He doesn't seem to mind the snow at first- in fact he becomes quite the frisky little fellow. To him, it's just one giant litter box.

He paws.




He plays.



He poses.



...And then it hits him. He's cold. Freezing cold. And he begs to come inside again... must be tough having a golf ball for a brain.