It's still winter outside, something that bugs Bagheera to no end. He doesn't want to believe if it's winter at the front door it will also be winter at the back door. He's so stubborn!
Me, I have no problems with winter. It's not like I want to go outside anyways. It's too cold and my fur might get all dirty to the point where I'll have to spend a lot of time cleaning myself, even with the help of Ma and Pa brushing me. So I'd rather stay inside where it's nice and warm. In fact, my favorite place is in front of the big noisy black thing with fire in it because it's so warm. I even have my own pad to rest on!