When I saw the image at the top here I couldn’t help but remember a cat that Kim and I had as part of our life for a long time. His name was Ziggy, and we had him since he was a kitten and would bulldoze his way everywhere he went but that is another story.
For a while Kim and I lived in a small town by a fairly major lake in Ontario and needless to say the winters could get very cold but that never stopped Ziggy. It didn’t matter what time of the year it was he would want out at night to go rambling around town. Spring, summer, or winter it didn’t matter because at around 10 – 11 every night he would demand to be let out to go carousing.
Well this particular winter there was one night when he went out for his tour of the town and it was a particularly cold January night but as I said this didn’t faze him in the slightest. Come morning we knew he would come home expecting a full bowl of food and no-one sitting on “his” footstool.
Now the house we were living in had almost floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen area which gave us not only a beautiful view but let us see the road in front of the house and who was coming and going.
As expected while I was making coffee I could see our Ziggy making his way along the road on his return home from a night of wandering so I called out to Kim that our wayward cat was on his way home so that she could go to the door to let him in.
Now to enter into the kitchen area from the side door you had to go up some stairs which is what Ziggy did as always except this time you could hear a distinct thud with every step he went up and then I started to hear Kim laugh. As always Ziggy headed to his food bowl under the kitchen windows and I found out both what the thud sound had been and why Kim was laughing so hard.
The hair on Ziggy’s tail had literally frozen into a club. Now as funny as the thud sound might have been what happened next cracked both Kim and myself up. As with most cats Ziggy always sat eating from his bowl with his tail raised up over his back except this time it wouldn’t budge from its resting place on the floor.
After trying a couple of time Ziggy then looked at his tail, looked at Kim, looked at me and then looked back at his tail as if it was all our fault. After he finished eating he headed to “his” footstool and spent the next hour or so bringing his tail back to some semblance or normal.
From that day on Ziggy was always known as Ziggy our sub-zero hero.
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