It is freezing. As I write this, I am wearing two pairs of pajamas and wishing that the winter were over. If I were just a little smarter, perhaps as smart as this cat, I would have purchased a heater long ago (I like to think the cat bought it, okay?) and then spent a good portion of my evening huddled before it. Why am I not smart like this cat? Why does my heating system constantly fail? Why does this cat have their shit more together than I do?