Baby, it's cold outside

Mom keeps saying, "It's cold out there. You don't want to be in the garage." Well, sure, maybe it's cold out there but she doesn't know what I want. She forgets that there are stacks of old comforters that Dad uses to cover furniture in the garage and those are warm and comfy to nap on, plus I have fur. So maybe I do want to be out there. But she says no, and has the thumb that can turn the lock, so I guess it's inside naps today. (On a side note, I've gotten good at grabbing the pull handle to the door from the house to the garage and I'm hoping one day the stars will align just right and I'll be able to pull it open myself!)