It was 22 degrees at 6:00 this morning here. Brutus started cutting a fit to get out of the house. Opened the door so she could feel the freeze; it only whetted her appetite for OUTSIDE. Kept her in another 10 mins., but kept meowing until I had to let her out. - It’s all day outside visiting who knows where; then finally comes to the house after dark - spends the night in the house, but ready to escape first thing in the morning. She loves her animal friends outside, but I marvel at how she can handle the cold weather.
Are you absolutely certain she doesn’t have a kitten or two stashed somewhere?