By all means rake up the fallen leaves, Humans.
Just not my leaf-bed. I’m about to doze off.
Finnegan? Who’s that?
Only us yellow and orange leaves here.
It is cold, Human Mommy! Why are you unplugging my space heater?!
You’re leaving for work, you’ve set the thermostat to 68 degrees, and the space heater is a hazard unattended, you say.
It’s on you if you come home to a Catsicle.
When it’s cold, we Turtles burrow in.
If a warm spell strikes, we reamerge to bask in the unseasonable heat.
Nothing, not even blood worms, tastes as good as Vitamin-D feels.
–Princess Maple Ann
As temperatures plummet..
…find yourself a good lap warmer.
Beware of the hot temperatures, Humans! Your House Panther may melt into a large, tarry puddle, reminiscent of an oil slick.
Don’t fret, Humans! Tuna and catnip will restore your Panther to his solid form.
Fall is coming. You won’t be able to stretch out in buttery patches of summer sunlight much longer. Fires, though, are just as nice.