Playful's Pen

by Playful

Here it is another fall. Summer is gone, quickly, like my short walks outside with Meowmie. Somehow all the time promised that I could spend outside while Meowmie read, never came to pass. Only time passed.

Meowmie is teaching again and occupied with lesson plans. I am occupied with sleeping. Not by choice, but by Meowmie’s limited time. The mornings are just a quick, quick time outside, as Meowmie rushes in to prepare for the evening’s class. No computer time, and not petting at night as she watches T.V.

Do you know what’s strange? We have nice mild winters. Why don’t the birds stay here for the winter? Why to they fly over us to go further south? Haven’t they read all the ads showing how nice the weather is in Southern Catifurnia?

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