Neighbor’s Porch + Cardboard Box + Heating Pad + Towel = Winter Palace
I’ll be home in the spring.
You weren’t planning on wearing this sweater today were you, Human Mommy?
Good, I didn’t think so.
You have again turned down the outdoor thermostat, Human Mommy?
I am going to ignore you now, more pointedly than usual.
The Humans have not yet repaired the outdoor thermostat.
Send blankets, lots and lots of blankets.
On a cold winter morning…
…find yourself a fine ray of sunshine.
Let me out!
What do you mean it’s below freezing outside?
Didn’t you turn up the outdoor thermostat like I told to you to?!
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 temperatures soar, discerning young Lions eschew the couch, bench and cubby holes of the Private Members-only Cat Club in favor of the glass table top.
If you close your eyes, you may even have visions of ice fishing.
The Lion in Winter really prefers to bask in the hopeful, hesitant sun rays of Spring.
Are your pretty Daffodils menaced by Stella, the winter storm not the clumsy Woofie? Is there absolutely nothing you can do to keep them safe?
Don’t let the Daffodils sense your concern. Don’t fill their innocent, petaled heads with thoughts of their untimely demise.
Feel free, though, to drink away your sorrows at the Lion’s Head Tavern.