We’re currently in the midst of the Blizzard of 2015, February edition (not to be confused with the Blizzard of 2015, January edition that we had a few weeks ago.) Here’s the view out the kitchen window; I’ve added red dots to indicate the level of the snow outside the window.
M’s old play-fort in the backyard, which is now used to store lawn furniture, looked like this in the summer. I’ve added red dots to indicate the top of the roof, and the top corners of the door opening which is 4′ high.
Here’s the same fort now, with the same 3 spots marked.
Our canoe is lying upside-down atop some cement blocks to the left of the fort. We haven’t seen in it a couple weeks.
Usually the cat doesn’t much believe that the view out the window is real. He can recognize moving squirrels or moving birds or moving neighbor cats as real things that he will watch, entranced. However, things like pouring rain or heavy snow are completely meaningless to him. He will look out at the window at it, then still tell us “I want to go out in the yard” until we open the door and the rain/snow blows in and he can feel the precipitation for himself. (Cats being cats, we then generally need to repeat this at the back door before he accepts that he doesn’t want to go out. Until he forgets, 20 minutes later, and we repeat the process.)
Today, however, we’ve gotten some good gusts of total white-out conditions that have caused the cat’s head to whip around and stare at the window in confusion. He can tell something is going on out there.
However, he still insisted he wanted to go out in it, until I actually opened the door to show him why he’s not going out there. At least he didn’t ask to see what’s happening outside the back door.