Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Shorter days means that Hobbes can't go out for his morning tromp through the 'hood. Darkness means raccoons and opossum. It also can mean coyotes and Mean Old Man going out for his newspaper--all things we would like to avoid, so Hobbes is not allowed out before I leave for work. And it also means less time outside after work.
Color Hobbes crabby.
Oh, he cries, he whines, he lays on his back and kicks the door. But I'm not easily swayed and he is safely confined to the house--something that makes him not so very happy. But try explaining the dangers of wild animals in the yard or the installation of the electric fence to one orange stripey and you've got yourself one very interesting conversation. Or not.
This is when I start hoping for cold and snow. The sooner the big guy starts hibernating, the happier we will all be. These outside kitties don't go down without a fight and it takes some cold weather to bring out the big guns---turning on the fireplace to sooth him into submission.
There is nothing like a daily cat fit to make a gal wish for blustery weather.