A cold spell in November of 2013, a few nights below freezing (32 F for those still stuck with a unit invented by a German scientist), that was winter.
Roses budding here while the U.S. and Hell, MI, freeze over, that is a first for us.
We may experience a few cold weeks later on, but the bottom line is the cats got it right once again.
Last fall, the critters did not put on their usual winter coat, and at least one human dismissed the fact as irrelevant.
Without, in typical human fashion, giving the cats credit for having been correct throughout their lives in predicting the severity of winter.
As New Year's rolled by and our neighbors became as chirpy and as enterprising as the birds fluttering around the yard calling "no snow, no snow" (we presumptuously presume), it became clear that the cats were maintaining their perfect score.
The chimney sweep confirmed that his cat agreed with ours.
Game over. Cats 1 - Humans 0.
Do the Brits let people bet on mild and sever winters? If so, a trip to Ladbrokes this fall should be considered.
Oh, and does anybody else think the name Ladbrokes for a betting and gaming outfit is hilarious?
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