Rhett

Rhett set up scratching at the scratching post and howling like he wanted to start something.  I usually throw him outside when this happens.

But it was snowing.  Still, I opened the door to show him the weather and hopefully he would quit fussing.

 

Instead he walked out.  I waited at the door thinking he would turn around and come back in.

 

And waited.  Then I went back to coffee and the paper.  He was out for quite awhile, long enough for his tracks to start filling in,  but I couldn't see him.

 

What was he doing?  He must have been under the porch as he didn't have a lot of snow on him.

 

Even Ash wanted to know.

Not talking.