This is Mikey, my mom's cat. (These photos don't do justice to what a fat little thing he is.)
When the vet discovered that Mikey had a tumor, my mom started to let him go outside.* She only lets him out when she's home—so she can leave the sliding door open for him to come & go as he pleases. There's a cat in the neighborhood that's a bit of a bully, so she stopped trimming Mikey's nails in case Mikey needed to defend himself.
The cold temperatures that come with this time of year means that the door can't be left ajar and so Mikey is stuck indoors. Poor kitty. He stations himself by the door and whines all day long to go out, completely oblivious to the clumpy wet snowflakes that are defying gravity to fall sideways.
(Oh Mikey, I commiserate. I was supposed to spend the weekend outside with my camera.)
To add insult to injury, my mom pulled out the nail clippers. Those vicious talons of his would need to be trimmed if he wasn't going outside for a few months.
P.S. Mikey in a cozier moment.
*Her philosophy: if he doesn't have much time left, he should at least have some fun.