Baby, it's cold outside!

"Hmmm, my foster mom didn't tell me that New Jersey was cold!"



Basil didn't seemed to thrilled last night or today that it was 55 degrees F outside. The chill doesn't seem to bother him as much as the cold wet grass. He won't go off the deck and when I bring him down to the grass he runs right back up and wants to go inside. Also, I noticed he won't come into the dining room where we don't have carpet. As long as he can see us, he'll sit on the carpet and look at us while we're in the other rooms with no carpet. That's funny!