Given the delicate nature of my pumas, this time of year tends to keep them confined to the indoors. Irvine especially finds the chill in the air almost unbearable; he spends the day with his nose buried in a pile of woolen scarves. This change in their puma ways affects them in peculiar tics--the younger ones especially. The first few weeks are without incident, as these days are spent nosing through the attic in search of whatever has arrived there since the Great Purge of Spring '06. Then, like paperwork methodically making its way to the guy upstairs, their limbs start to itch and their minds begin to chip away at any good behavior I've managed to coax them into during the luscious summer months.
And now this--I discovered this nudged under Calderlily's pillowbed and must admit to harboring some concern.
The paw smudges, combined with the uppermost corner being nibbled at (a habit of Daisy's usually relegated to old phone bills) told me that each of my pumas had in turn seen this doodle, and the pumaesque snickers as I discovered it led me to believe that I was meant to find it. These little jokes at my expense are commonplace come November--and believe me when I say this is only the prologue to what will no doubt be a long winter.
My guess is that Pogo is the culprit for circulating it--he's the only one who has the dexterity to use the keyboard for any length of time. All i know is that I never quite miss the summer months until the pumas start to itch for the garden.
originally published Monday, November 12, 2007
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