The orange cat face staring at me through my front door window belongs to none other than Lily. She wants inside because it is freezing cold outside. I would let her inside if she was my cat. She belongs to our next door neighbor, but she hangs out on our front porch, all curled up on one of the wicker rocker cushions. I do feel sorry for her that she never gets to go inside a warm home. So I put a blanket in the chair she sleeps in all the time, thinking she'd be all over that. Instead, we found her curled up on the cushion on the other rocking chair that sits beside "her chair". Cats are so weird. I do admire their independent spirit. But I wouldn't turn down a warm blanket on a cold night.
