That cat who buries herself in the snow with only her head sticking out reminds me of my baby fence lizards, who used to do the same thing in cedar shavings, for their bed-time: just the heads left showing. My grand-daughter saw that early one morning and totally freaked out.
The imagination of the feline is a sight to behold. BTW, we had several inches of snow, a week or so back, and I decided to open the front door and see how enthused my cat would be to go play in the snow. As it turns out, she wasn’t very enthused. She stayed about 3-4 feet away from the door, inside the house, and stared at the snow as if it had come from another planet. 🙂
Our cat Henry didn’t like snow, and blamed it on me if it snowed.
My parents had a cat that became indignant when one of Colorado’s quickie snowstorms came through. He would ask to be let out the front door, but back away muttering invectives, then run to the back door, to see if the weather was any better there.
Henry did that, too–checked both doors. He was always disappointed in the results.
In Colorado, it’s actually a good strategy. The weather in Denver could change dramatically in the 20 seconds it would take to walk from one door to the other. 🙂