Pussycat Springtime


Sitting on the windowsill, I notice that the birds have returned. I must have gained some weight over the winter, because my fat butt is hanging precariously over the edge of the sill. I used to fit quite comfortably at the living room window. Now I have to rest my rear legs on the sofa, my front legs on the sill, and poke my head through the blinds. But getting back to the birds; they have suddenly returned by the hundreds. I stretch my neck and see them flutter across the sky. I can hear them laughing because they know I can't get at them. When it gets a little warmer, Frannie will open the window wide and then I can yowl at them through the screen. Of course, I wouldn't hurt the little creatures. I can't anyway because my claws are gone. No, Frannie didn't have my claws removed. It was done before I went to live with her.

Frannie is busy shaking out the place, getting ready for spring. The vacuum is out every day and so is the duster. I can see my white hairs flying everywhere as she tries in vain to get rid of every bit of my fur. The windows are clean and sparkling. They're so clear that I almost put my head through the sliding door in the kitchen, thinking it was wide open. There was a squirrel on the patio and I rammed my head against the glass trying to get it-although if I ever caught a squirrel, I don't know what I'd do.

I smell new scents in the air. It must be the grass, which is suddenly turning green, and the little buds that are poking up through the flowerbeds. Some of the neighbors have started firing up their outdoor grills and I'm tempted by the luscious smells. Spring is wonderful. It makes me feel alert and alive. Yesterday I saw a stray girl cat pass by the window and a strange sensation came over me. I'm not sure what it was that I felt, but I'll bet if I had all my masculinity intact, I'd know what to do. Ah well, I will be happy enjoying the birds, squirrels, flowers and grass. As for smooching and cuddling, I'll have to rely on Frannie's affection. She's about all I can hope for.






~ © Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com) ~

Photograph by Frannie (Frannie516@aol.com)

February 2004












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