We: There should be another quickie ANIMAL post up by the time you reboot tomorrow morning. I have an awesome picture of Baby meeping outside. Trying to come up with some copy.
She: Can you send me the picture? I love making up copy.
We: It's in the mail!
She: He looks like the happiest cat on earth.
We: To me he looks very intense, reading the scent messages.
She: The warm weather must have brought out scents, yes. "Ah, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
We: That's it!
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
-- From Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Update: In spring a young man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. Elisson in the comments:
Would take a pysshe
In Lake Geneva's water.
Then, without fail,
Begin to nail
Good Mister Godwin's daughter.
Thanks, good lookin'.
Update: Heartbreaking news -- via Modulator's Friday Ark #173 -- from the Father of the Felinosphere, Laurence Simon, who has lost his precious Frisky, blogged here from time to time through the years. You can read more about Frisky, Edloe and Piper at blogHOUSTON.
"Frisky, AKA Mr. Fluffy, defends box in dramatic photo series," we captioned this image of one of Laurence Simon's lionized feline companions back in April of 2004.
A poignant and poetic tribute to Frisky from Blog d'Elisson:
The love humans feel for their Animal Buddies is fraught with the deep knowledge that our longer lifespans virtually guarantee painful farewells. It is the Way of the World.
Loving our two cats the way we do, we can barely force ourselves to imagine that they will not always be with us. And having met Frisky -- and the rest of the Simon menagerie -- I can personally attest to the deep affection Lair and Gina have for their cats . . . all of them.
Godspeed, Mr. Fluffy.