Big open house, no doors (due to renovation issues, obviously), no heating except the gas fireplace. I walk in, ensconced in five layers of clothing (thermal underwear, thermal long-sleeved t-shirt, light fleece, heavy fleece and poofy down jacket - stick with me, this clothing inventory is important for the storyline). I sit down on the couch and wrap a duvet around me. I just can't get warm...........
Mr. DBM walks in:
Mr. DBM: "Are you cold?"
Me (in my most sarcastic voice, which I should point out is very sarcastic): "Just a tad."
Mr: DBM: "I suppose we could turn the fire on, but it seems a bit wasteful, since we have no doors and the heat will just dissipate into the hall and the rest of the house."
Me: "I suppose ........... but I am really cold, you know."
Fluffy cat flounces in.
Mr. DBM: "Willow (or Tessie, either one gets the same treatment), sweetheart.....are you cold? Come on over here.....that's it........up on the cushy stool, come on, up you come little girl......."
Seconds later...... WHOOOOOSSSHHH! The fire is turned on and the cat settles down and takes a lovely, cosy, warm nap.
Is it just me, or is there something wrong with this picture?
Oh come on, they have thick fur coats and everything! I would have to slaughter several dangerous and almost extinct animals to get a fur coat like that. How come they get the fire and I don't!?!
So, spoilt or not? What do you think?