It was -40 today. (Fehrenheit or Celsius, they're both the same at that point.) I did not know this when I set out to do some errands. After the first ten minutes of walking, I regretted leaving the house. After an hour?



Now I must go through life tailless, and you just know the other cats will make fun of me.

Ever been so cold you actually have to warm up before you can start shivering again? Yeah.

Somehow, while I was out there, I managed to get minor frostbite on my hips and lower back instead of my extremities like a normal person. Usually it's fingers, toes, ears, and noses that get hit first, followed by hands, feet, and cheeks. But I have a special talent and managed to skip all that and get my core frozen instead. Go me?

I was pretty well bundled, but I guess my jeans said "screw this, I'm not dealing with -40!" Which I can sort of sympathize with.

For the worriers, yes, I'm fine. It was minor frostbite, and I was fine once I managed to warm up again. Cuddly, purry kitties make the best heaters ever. The skin's a little sensitive, but even that should be gone by tomorrow as long as I keep out of the snow until then.

The other cats are still going to laugh at me, though.