Every morning our cat asks us to open up the door to the balcony.
It’s like he thinks it will miraculously have turned into summer overnight and each morning he is equally shocked by the fact it’s freezing cold. He starts to get out and then suddenly he stops, with a distinctive EWWWW!!!, expressing itself in body language.
Then he retreats to one of his cosy spots, curls, and gets to sleep again.
Repeat, until summer arrives.
He and I alike, longing for the same thing. Only I know it’s a while yet. I’m not sure who is the bigger fool.