Poor boy, he's terribly confused by the snow.

I've been topping up the bird feeding statins in the garden several times
during the morning - during the snowfall. Poor Francis... he doesn't know
what to do. He sits at the dining room door watching all those birds... so
close.. he wants to 'play' with them. As soon as I open the door to go out,
Francis runs out, realises it's *cold* underpaw and hops about like a
prancing horse as he tries to get his paws out of the snow... when I go back
inside he rushes back in with me, shaking his paws mid-air to get the cold
stuff off them. I close the door.. the brids swoop back down. Francis sees
this and just can't help himself.. "Birds! look! birds! Out now! Prowl now!
Me out now! NNNOOOOWW!"

Oh dear.

Festive cheers, helen s