No luck getting Monkey into the house – Sam just would have none of it. Still, it got down into the 20s last night, and in the early evening it was raining. Monkey came around again at our back door as we did some evening laundry, looking for a place to shelter from the cold and wet. So we made a small bed of old towels on the garage floor and set out food and water and just hoped that we wouldn’t find a Monkeysicle the next day.
This morning I went into the garage to fetch a book from storage (Kristi’s giving it away for an at-work holiday book exchange), and there Monkey was, curled up on the bed. Just fine.
I just don’t get how someone can care about an animal enough to collar and tag her but not enough to take her inside when the night wind gets below freezing. I just don’t get it.
Monkey in her new garage spot. She highly approves.