Gloucester was quite a bit chillier than Boston was last Saturday. The thermometer said it was in the low 70’s, but it was grey and misty and there was a substantial breeze blowing off the ocean, so it felt a lot colder. By the end of the day, Jacoby was shivering, even in his enclosed stroller.
Abyssinians don’t have the best thermal integrity, and had we known it was going to feel so much cooler than it actually was, we’d have brought one of Jake’s sweaters. As it was, my husband took off his outer T-shirt and wrapped it around Jake to keep him warmer while we waited for the train back to the city.
There’s one thing about Abys that I’ve noticed: they aren’t too proud to accept warmth, no matter how silly it makes them look. They are the only cats I’ve had who will wear sweaters and coats without a fuss; I think they realize a hit to their dignity is worth being nice and toasty.