Not quite. More like Hugh the Fraidy Cat. It's brilliantly sunny outside and warm enough to go out in a t-shirt (for a while, anyway), so while I was doing some work at the back of the house, I opened the door and beckoned Hugh to step out. It took some sniffing, but eventually Hugh stuck his nose out the doorway. Timidly, gingerly, he sniffed his way around the landing and down a couple of steps. The birds were having a field day in the backyard trees, but it wasn't enough to lure Hugh into the snow. I remember our family cat, Minuit (French for midnight and black and white like Hugh), would go crazy at the sound of birds and made little stuttering noises, his whiskers trembling. He'd leap into the snow like a jackrabbit and race around the yard. Hugh, on the other hand, seemed unperturbed by birds. When I tried to give him a rub around the neck, he swatted at me with his paw and hissed, so maybe he was more tense than he looked. That's what David thinks, anyway, but who knows what goes on between those little kitty ears? Maybe more than we think, or maybe less! Click on the pics to see comments.