Misery squared

It snowed all morning, although it didn't stick. It was so cold, relatively speaking, that when the cat dashed outside as usual after breakfast, he ran around to the back of the house and started yelling up at my window. I heard him when I opened the front door, where it would have made more sense for him to be calling. He ran in, shaking off snow and water, and leaped onto my lap to warm his cold wet paws.
We managed indoor hiking until after lunch, when we had to air ourselves out; coldest March on record, starting what might be the coldest April.