When birds are cold they fluff up their feathers for extra insulation. That’s when it is time to make sure he has his space heater on.

The SO came home and noticed immediately that the heat was on. I informed him that I had turned it on because my hands were freezing and Ozzie. Was. FLUFFY! I might have delivered that pronouncement in the same imperious tones that Marie Antoinette addressed the commoners. He busted out laughing and gave in. Apparently I can freeze but fluffy birds get to him. He tried to sound tough by making it clear that I was going to have to contribute to the gas bill. That’s fine with me if it means that I don’t have to put my gloves on when I come inside.

Later he wanted me to sit out on the porch with him. I told him that it was cold. He said that he had noticed my aversion to cold lately. Then he tried to convince me to go outside by saying that it was probably warmer outside than in the house. I yelled, “Exactly!!” He knew then he was beaten. LOL