Monday, April 06, 2009

April is the cruellest month

And today, that opening line of the T.S. Eliot poem is indeed rather prophetic. Will the frigid weather sweeping down upon us ruin the tender green leaves, and the redbud, and the dogwood (which isn't quite ready to bloom yet), and the lilac?

And the cat is once again seeking out the warmest places in the house to sleep. Everybody who has a cat knows all about how clever these creatures are to find places to sleep that are warm to begin with or that will reflect back their body heat. Squeaker has several such spots around the house... including the top of the propane heater (when it is not on), and top of the dresser curled up on some silky insulated sweat pants that Richard wears when he goes walking on cold days.

At first she just sat on the uninterrupted power source backup that keeps my computer going when we have brown outs or the 2-second power failures that happen with some regularity. I guess the added height gives her a different perspective to view the birds eating sunflower seeds on the platform just on the other side of the window. She leaps up on my work area when she wants to go outside, which is usually within a minute or two having just come inside. But then came the fateful day when I failed to leap up immediately and let her back out.

And I guess the longer she sat, the more comfortable the UPS felt, and before I realized it....

I had other uses for the UPS besides a place for her to sleep... but it was easier to move my frog collection them then fight with her.


Lil Sis said...

She's so cute. Calee & Mi-Mi wind up in the doggonest spots, too. I don't think there's a reachable place they haven't been!

Jeanne said...

Visiting from Far Side's place...we're expecting temps in the 20's tonight. I covered my almost-ready-to-bloom tulips, but it's anybody's guess whether they'll survive.

You (and Elliot) are right!