It’s still a bit too nippy to take a long nap in the Private-Members-Only-Cat-Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch.
I can handle a short, tightly coiled nap, though. I’ll dream of the early spring the groundhog promised.
–Finnegan
Hello! It has been awhile, but I am not smiling for the camera.
I’ve been asleep for months.
Give me a moment to get my face on.
–Princess Maple Ann
Head skritches…
…are always…
…best performed…
…al fresco.
–Darth Vader
Could you sing my beloved Daffodils a lullaby, Humans?
I want them to wake up sunny and well rested tomorrow.
–Phelps
No, you may not join me in my stone circle, Luna.
This circle is mine.
Find your own.
–Finnegan
The Private Members Only Cat Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, offers adequate overnight accommodations in the spring, summer and early fall.
In the late fall and winter, the discerning Lion prefers to bed down atop a basket of fresh laundry in the Feline Penthouse, sometimes erroneously referred to as what should be the master bedroom but for the Cats.
–Finnegan
Good morning, Humans. I hereby proclaim the commencent of spring as I have awoken from my winter slumber.
Now get to work, Humans! I have many spring projects in mind to improve my Turtledom.
–Princess Maple Ann
Porch weather you say, Humans?
No, it is not. It is Private-Members-Only-Cat-Club weather.
You Humans are not Club Members.
Shoo!
–Phelps and Quicksilver
Spring
has
finally
sprung.
–Phelps
Mighty cold weather for spring, isn’t it, Mr. Gnome?
What’s that? You don’t foresee it warming up properly until May?
Oh dear…
–Lily
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