In case you haven’t already heard me say this from my Twitter postings and my Facebook ramblings, I really don’t like the snow. Which probably seems a little counter-intuitive seeing as I am a white bear, and thus do have my roots from being based off of some sort of bipedal polar bear. But, really when you think about it, it all boils down to the fact that snow is just water in a cold, non-ice form, and thus is generally not appreciated by my 100% polyester fur and fluff.
Regardless of this, he still seems almost hell-bent on taking me outside, putting me in snow, and then taking numerous pictures of me.
Right Babe, Wrong Babe, and Clean Babe making snow bears
Also, it’s cold. And a cold bear is not a happy bear, especially as it means there’s less cuddling going around because people don’t want to be cuddling a cold bear when all they want is warmth. Thus there is a bit of a threshold of how cold I can get until everyone will just abandon me and I’ll get even colder in a never-ending downward spiral of temperature. At least until it becomes nice and not snowy again.
Now, I think I’m off back to the hot press until this cold snap is gone.