After I wakened Barbara this morning (a job in itself, let me tell you) it took me an hour or so longer to get her to understand I wanted to go outside. I suppose it’s understandable, since I hardly ever go out anymore, now that I’m retired, but this was the first day of spring weather. How could she fail to see that? It was warm, sunny, and the air was clear from the recent rain. M-m-meooowilicious.
She finally let me out, along with the dog, and I sat on the back porch for a glorious hour or so. I even thought about chasing a lizard, that’s how good it felt. But I decided to leave them for the younger cats in the neighborhood. They need the practice.
So don’t let Barbara continue her “it’s not spring yet” whining. It is spring. She just needed to wait another two days for the weather to change. Patience is a virtue, my dear humans.
I still hope they turn the heater on tonight. But I wouldn’t mind the heat on in the middle of summer, now that I think of it. We cats are desert creatures, you know. Actually I prefer to think of us as Mediterranean.
Meow! (That’s cat for ciao, you know.)
Love,
Emily the cat
P. S. I’m hungry. Is there Italian sausage on that pizza?
