Milder than it seems

It's overcast and pitch black out, and the wind is up, giving the impression of mid-winter miserable outside.

But when I opened the door, it was really much milder temp than it seems, and to prove that, a quartet of felines just marched right out into it.

You might say, the fourcats calls for Spring.


Morning, Glories. Fresh Columbian is brewed. Wanna cuppa?