The windchill is -35F in Wisconsin, and my indoor cats have lost all desire to sneak outside.

Gabriel, the snaggle-toothed sixteen-year-old, ventured out to the country doctors last week and came home with a bottle of thyroid medication. That was enough cold weather for him.

Snowy, his glamorous companion, has taken over the sunny heating pads in the kitchen window.  She’s content to be admired indoors.

Mithril doesn’t do glamour.