Monday, March 20, 2017

Changing of the Seasons

It felt like the white stuff would never go away.

Every time it melted, I seized the opportunity to go vole hunting.

I almost caught it once.
I pounced, but my paws came up empty.

As the stretches between snowfalls got longer,
I decided to broaden my activities.
So I went looking for my friend, Felix.
Mom keeps reminding me that he moved away last autumn.

So I find myself alone.

No Felix.  No vole.

Just fond memories of last summer when I had both.

All winter long I could think only of the things
I would do once spring came around.
Now that it's finally here, I find myself at a loss.

The human activity during the daytime has increased.
This means that my enjoyment of the outdoors is often hindered
with noises that make me feel less than comfortable.
Loud talking.
Loud walking.
Loud running.
And worst of all...skateboards!

So I was happy when Mom took me for a nighttime recon.

These are very important to me.
For one thing, there are fewer, if any, loud humans out.
Secondly, I get to check the security of my perimeter.
It's very important for a cat to know what's going on around
one's territory.
Mom understands this.

I got to explore areas I haven't visited since before winter.

With the increased number of warmer days,
I've increased my attempts to find Felix.

Anytime I see a little movement in that window,
I run over there to see who it is.

It's never Felix.
Mom just says, "Winchester! Felix doesn't live there anymore!"
How do I know he won't come back?

Eventually Mom decided winter was pretty much done.
She figures that there's always a chance the snow might
show up again, but not as much as before.
So she did the sensible thing.
She cleaned the patio.
That means that my favorite red chair is back out.
From here I can keep an eye on the vole area while
staying sheltered from wind and rain.
Most importantly, it keeps my paws off of the cold concrete.

My indoor activities still consist mostly of sleeping.
However, I have taken to sleeping and playing in the same spot.

Next to my favorite scratching post.
From here I can keep an eye on the door in case Mom opens it.

The dining room chair is an even better spot for this.
It has the added benefit of a sight line to the vole area.

Mom and Daddy have also taken me out more often.
This is me rockin' it in the front seat with Mom and Daddy:

And this is how I chill in the backseat:

Either way, I'm buckled in.

I'm always reluctant to go on car rides,
but once I settle in, I'm good.

Last Caturday we went to the park.

The water level is really low right now.

I got to see the ducks and geese.

Let me tell you, the ducks were super loud and obnoxious.
They sounded like they were just mocking every little
thing with raucous laughter.
I was not amused.

I was also very unsure of this one log.


Anyway... happy spring everyone!
I know some of you are still being assaulted by winter.
I, for one, have certainly had enough of that!

If I, one of the most discontented cats in the world, can make it through;
then so can you.

In the meantime, might I recommend some form of hibernation.