A Sure Sign of Spring
It must be spring, as my old cat, who has been lounging around on the couch all winter, has suddenly developed an affinity for the out-of-doors. She spends her afternoons basking in the warm sunshine and even brought home a mouse this week, proudly displaying her catch before devouring it body and soul. She did manage to leave a small morsel, however. Was it the liver perhaps, which she deemed to be much too bitter for her delicate palate, or was it my share of the bounty? What a generous creature.
Springtime is nigh and I await the sound of the first peeper to make it official.
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