The Cat Has Spring Fever--But Not Me
One of us spends a lot of time looking out the windows at the snow. One of us wanders through the house, clearly wishing she could walk somewhere more interesting. One of us complains a lot about it in a loud voice. One of us naps, not from exhaustion, but from boredom. Okay, maybe both of us do those things. Like the cat, I long to go outside without getting my feet cold/wet/muddy. I want to see living things like wildflowers, trees with leaves, and the shoots of daffodil, crocus, and hyacinth that grow around my house when spring arrives. And I might have mentioned from time to time lately that I'm really tired of winter. While I'm like the cat in a lot of ways, I don't look forward to eating the chipmunks that have begun to appear in the side yard. We suffer from the same malaise, but we differ on that one little point.