Sofa King Cold

It is cold.
Sofa King cold. 

Bone-chilling, face-numbing, hate yourself for not wearing tights, cold.

There are varying stories on the degree of cold, as it fluctuates depending on who relays whom on which weather channel. But the general consensus lies frozen in ice somewhere between -25 and -28 with the windchill.
I don't really care about the specifics, it is beyond the point of making a difference. Whatever the number, it hurts.

My plan for today was to roam about and grab some photo's, but that was not going to happen. Instead I took a picture of my two cats as they went crazy over birds landing on the balcony to pick at open compost bin.