I have a Norwegian Forest cat. He loves cold water and has especially furry paws, but he's seen very little snow and doesn't get out much. I hope I'm able to test your hypothesis on him.
@hollboll Two different times I called him to the door (he responds pretty well to verbal cues--and I think I noted elsewhere, is otherwise dog-like). But he just stood there alternately looking out and looking up, not so much anti-snow as indifferent, as cats are wont to be. Or maybe it was more, "Yes, human, what do you have for me? I know you didn't call me over here for nothing. Ah, man, what the fuck? I could still be sleeping or at least lying cutely somewhere. Dipshit."
I'm the only one he'll tolerate picking him up so I try not to abuse the privilege. And though he will purr and often be affectionate as I hold him, it tends to end with his getting impatient and fidgety and then running off. So, yeah, I didn't think picking him up would factor in well.
Used to be that if I carried him to the door, he'd latch on to me for dear life, release as I backed away, latch again if I moved to the door (this was in fair weather). I don't know if that was his having a clear sense of physical boundaries or just bad memories of trips to the vet. Neither of our cats likes to travel. And they've both had their naughty bits rendered inert.
The wife suggested later (and I totally forgot about this option) that the son has treats we could use to get him outside. He's grown fond of the son (22, a different baby daddy and relatively new to the house), in part because of the treats.
So, basically, we know nothing. And I've just taken minutes from your life that you'll never get back. Sorry about that. If we get snow tomorrow, I'll try to remember to try to get him out in it. Hopefully some drifts up on the porch. Again, he's mindful of his space.
My cat doesn't even like cold air. He runs to the door to greet us when we come home (yes, just like a dog), and as soon as that cold winter air comes breezing in, he runs away like a bat out of hell. I don't think he would like to be out in the snow.
Warning based upon experience: avoid white cats with blue eyes. They're not oblivious. They're CRAZY. They climb drapes. They climb walls. They climb people legs.
To lower the odds of my cat (who just turned 17) trying to escape, when she was a kitten, I'd bring her out onto my unenclosed porch during thunderstorms and scare the living fuck out of her. Now that I have an enclosed porch, she's OK out there, but the one time she accidentally wandered onto my back stairs, she clawed the door trying to get back in. #winning
I have a Norwegian Forest cat. He loves cold water and has especially furry paws, but he's seen very little snow and doesn't get out much. I hope I'm able to test your hypothesis on him.
Check out this guy (not my cat, but except for the coloring, similar in appearance and general demeanor):
These little fellers seem pretty much at home too:
@joelmw I think that's the kind of cat my Cinco was. She was gray though. Very furry paws and loved the snow. Hated children though.
@christinerenee My boy is very patient with children. Not so much with unfamiliar adults--especially men.
@joelmw Did you get to try it out?
@hollboll Two different times I called him to the door (he responds pretty well to verbal cues--and I think I noted elsewhere, is otherwise dog-like). But he just stood there alternately looking out and looking up, not so much anti-snow as indifferent, as cats are wont to be. Or maybe it was more, "Yes, human, what do you have for me? I know you didn't call me over here for nothing. Ah, man, what the fuck? I could still be sleeping or at least lying cutely somewhere. Dipshit."
I'm the only one he'll tolerate picking him up so I try not to abuse the privilege. And though he will purr and often be affectionate as I hold him, it tends to end with his getting impatient and fidgety and then running off. So, yeah, I didn't think picking him up would factor in well.
Used to be that if I carried him to the door, he'd latch on to me for dear life, release as I backed away, latch again if I moved to the door (this was in fair weather). I don't know if that was his having a clear sense of physical boundaries or just bad memories of trips to the vet. Neither of our cats likes to travel. And they've both had their naughty bits rendered inert.
The wife suggested later (and I totally forgot about this option) that the son has treats we could use to get him outside. He's grown fond of the son (22, a different baby daddy and relatively new to the house), in part because of the treats.
So, basically, we know nothing. And I've just taken minutes from your life that you'll never get back. Sorry about that. If we get snow tomorrow, I'll try to remember to try to get him out in it. Hopefully some drifts up on the porch. Again, he's mindful of his space.
That is the look of betrayal, hooman.
Aww, poor kitty. I like cats!
@Barney I like cats too!
@Barney and how would you feel about a purple cat? (I <3 cats, all colors and denominations)
@sublimosa How about a purple squirrel?
@Barney looks white and gold to me.
@Headly LOL
"let's play hangman!" -cat
Cats are spawns of satan.
My cat (rest her soul) used to love snow. She would just sit out on the balcony in the snow for hours. She was afraid of everything else though.
My cat doesn't even like cold air. He runs to the door to greet us when we come home (yes, just like a dog), and as soon as that cold winter air comes breezing in, he runs away like a bat out of hell. I don't think he would like to be out in the snow.
We've owned cats. They're OK. But unlike dogs, they're mostly oblivious. Kinda like meh.
Warning based upon experience: avoid white cats with blue eyes. They're not oblivious. They're CRAZY. They climb drapes. They climb walls. They climb people legs.
@RedOak Wait, wait, white cats with blue eyes, or black cats with gold eyes?
To lower the odds of my cat (who just turned 17) trying to escape, when she was a kitten, I'd bring her out onto my unenclosed porch during thunderstorms and scare the living fuck out of her. Now that I have an enclosed porch, she's OK out there, but the one time she accidentally wandered onto my back stairs, she clawed the door trying to get back in. #winning
Her official birthday portrait on Saturday:
Here's my attempt:
(it's not really vertical)
@katylava I enjoyed that.
@katylava I agree with Emily. nothxpls.