We are having a
lovely winter storm in Spring.
Much hand wringing and disaster predicting has happened for a week. And after stepping back from the dire predictions of 12″ the weather people have come to the unreasonable conclusion that we will have at least 2″ and as much as 8″.
In spring. I’m just saying. Mother Nature is off her meds and someone needs to see to it.
Anyway, Tim was sitting in the window, watching the big fat flakes falling and swirling and clearly feeling like he was missing out on a fun time.
So I let him out on the balcony. He ran out like he was going a play date. He arrived back looking a bit cowed. It was COLD, MOM! Also, despite a desperate attempt to cajole her, his babysitter, Mrs. Fluffy Pants, aka, Her Calico Highness, known to her familiars as Bijou, FLATLY REFUSED to go out into the cold. The advantage to age is knowledge.
He was clearly disappointed in the whole experience. Poor Rebel Tim. Life is so much more disappointing than one expects when looking out a window.
But don’t worry. He has overcome his disappointment and is current chasing ghosts at top speed through the apartment.
Bijou and I are less active on Saturday Mornings. We have elected to watch his antics rather than participate.