"I'm reporting you to O.S.H.A.!...

What kind of working conditions are these?

I need a damned heater in here!"

 

Poor Flyodd! This cold doesn't much agree with him. He goes out for short periods, but is back in the cat door before too long, which I'm glad of. At least he has the good sense to come back in out of the cold!

He'll come in, warm up and be crying at the back door again in no time flat!

Done