Targowiska Tribune

When the cold hits, cats don’t just get cozy. They enter full hibernation mood. One minute they’re walking around like normal, and the next they’ve disappeared, swallowed by a pile of blankets that somehow transforms into a perfectly cat-shaped bundle. They don’t politely lie under the covers, either. They digging in, kneading, and wriggling until they’ve created the warmest, softest cave known to humankind. Once they’ve settled into their blanket fort, good luck getting them out. You can shake the treat bag, open a can, or try gently lifting a corner to see if they’re still breathing, but nothing interrupts the sacred winter nap. Occasionally, you’ll see a little nose, a paw, or an ear poking out like a furry periscope checking if the world is still cold. If the temperature hasn’t improved, they burrow right back in without hesitation. Cats take hibernation personally, and honestly, they might be onto something. Why face frosty floors and chilly windowsills when you can snooze through winter wrapped like a purrito? Some days, we’d all rather hide in a blanket cave, too.