Thistle:

It's been so nice out lately. The last piles of White Stuff are gone and the grass is getting green and the hunting getting good. I've been staying out all day. But this morning was a bummer. When I started out the back door, there was the White Stuff back again. And this time it was up to the door sill. Sometimes you can walk on it, but not when it's new. Believe me, I know from experience. So I backed away from that door and went to the front door. The darned stuff had even blown onto the porch. I was about to back off again when I felt something nudging me out the door. As the door closed I heard Her say something about a little fresh air. I thought I'd just sit in a dry corner of the porch for a while till I had enough fresh air, but I found I could leave the porch if I stuck real close to the house where the White Stuff hadn't piled up so much. Down near the cellar door I found a protected place behind some round Car Things, you know, the kind that smell so interesting when they're on the car? It was a great vantage point for the feeder, only a few cat lengths away. Man, you shoulda seen the birds! All over the place, right on the ground, and some of them nice and fat. Only there was no way I could rush them because of all the White Stuff. After I sat there a little while hoping one would stray my way, the cellar door opened and She invited me in. I suddenly realized that because of the holes in the Car Things, I wasn't as dry as I thought, so in I went. Looks like another day of napping and snacking. BOR-ing!

Bonita:

Yeah, the same thing happened to me. First I went to the back door, then I tried the front door. But when I felt Her pushing me out the door, I turned around, jumped over Her foot, and sat down in the living room. Now I think I'm going to head upstairs. I feel a little indisposed and another day in bed is just what I need.

Spicy:

Hey, I saw the White Stuff from the windows. You're not going to get me anywhere NEAR a door, not me, nosiree Bob!

Copyright © Lynda Goldsmith
April 9, 2000