Cold

It's 7F by the backyard thermometer this morning. Pretty cold by Philly standards -- in fact, I believe the last time it was this cold was 1994. (I may be wrong.) I gave the sparrows an extra handful of seed this morning after Roy physically extracted The Scamp from his ambush site behind the Nameless Shrub.

It's sunny, though, and expected to go all the way up to 20F. I am trying to decide whether I want to venture out to buy produce. Maybe I should put it off to tomorrow, when it's predicted to be a positively tropical 30F, albeit with snow flurries.

(Reminder to those who think I'm a total wimp: I have no car, so a shopping expedition involves spending some time out in the weather walking to bus stops, waiting for buses, etc., rather than scuttling from house to car to store. Although pameladean and other car-free folks in cold climates may be snickering at my fussing.)

A feline behavior question

When Ferko comes to my lap, she likes to bury her head in the crook of my elbow, or against my forearm, or even sit on my lap with her head pressed against my thigh.

This strikes me as supremely weird and I've never had another cat that does it. Is this some well-known sign of kitty anxiety or anything?