fall is here. Angus doesn't understand why the porch got cold, but every morning like clockwork, he'd like to go out there anyway, please oh please oh please. Perhaps for only two minutes, or maybe more if he's feeling brave. When he returns, the long hair down the middle of his back is spiked up into a "frozen-cat" mohawk.
But yet, he repeats. Over and over again.
We tell ourselves he's smart. And adventurous.