Wool socks, then slippers.Me too but my feet are still cold.
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Wool socks, then slippers.Me too but my feet are still cold.
That feels like too much information I think.I always stuck my hands between my horses butt cheeks for warmth.
Oh yes indeed. It was the start of the cat insanity that I grew up in.Surprise!
I was thinking about the poor horse with a cold hand right there!That feels like too much information I think.
I guess I could try that with BlossomI always stuck my hands between my horses butt cheeks for warmth.
Sorry Bob, I shouldve said all the usual things are not working. I was 5 layers deep on Wednesday and still cold. Sometimes my woolly hat works, sometimes it doesn't.Ok. I will answer seriously.
It all starts with the proper clothing. Based upon temperature you must have the correct layers. Dress too warmly and you sweat and the sweat actually makes you cold in the end as your clothes get damp. Dress too lightly and you can't stay warm. I dress in easily removable layers so I can add and subtract as needed.
Your feet are very important. Again, proper footwear for the temperature. You do not want your feet getting wet in any way. Footwear that is too tight also leads to cold feet.
Most people, especially women neglect their heads. More heat escapes out your head than any other part of your body. If you are cold and put a proper hat on you instantly feel warmer.
Is this what you are looking for? Do you have specific questions? Are you going to vacation somewhere cold?
You have a knack for story telling Ribh. Your cats were beautiful. I have tears in my eyes for Gyver and Issi comforting you.Gyver was our 1st family cat, rescued off the waterfront & so covered in fleas he looked black. He was a Siamese X with blue eyes, ginger points & a kink in his tail. He was the sweetest boy & always just so, so grateful for the home he found with us.
Issi
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Issi was a cat of another colour entirely. Technically he shouldn't ever have lived here. Technically he wasn't my cat. In reality he was the Greatest Cat Ever & totally devoted to me ~ & me alone.
The middle lad acquired him from his then girlfriend as a fubby~wubby kitten, snuck him into a house that already had 3 resident cats, then departed for seas unknown leaving his cat behind but promising to send money for food & desexing. He never did & I had a cat I neither liked nor wanted.
Then Gyver was diagnosed riddled with cancer & laid the burden of life down. I was devastated. Issi, who was determined to love & be loved, climbed up my leg into my lap, wriggled up my chest, laid his head over my heart & grieved with me. From that moment on he was my cat & there was never any question of said son reclaiming him. He died suddenly of a blood clot but is irreplaceable. He was one of a kind.