Um, guess who has cabin fever? Guess who is tearing about the house like a herd of horses, even though he is solitary in number? Guess who does anything to get my attention? Guess who is driving me nuts?!!!!
I actually bought him a 4 foot high cardboard box Kitty Cottage with little cut-outs and hiding places so as to entertain the poor little guy. Of course he doesn't like it--well, maybe if I turn it on its side and play with him, otherwise it is a lovely addition to the family room.
Hobbes is ready for spring and today's balmy 50 degrees isn't going to help. He and I will venture out into the soggy lawn (at least we see it!) and muddy yard to explore. I like to look for signs of life and perhaps signs that the oppossum still visits (he does). He and I will peruse the perimeter, inspecting every leaf, every stick, every subtle change through a very long winter. I'm tentatively going to look into the pond and hope I see some signs of life. If the ice melts, I should see a green face pop up for some fresh air--I hope anyway.
I say all of these little signs that winter is ending isn't going to help because we still have a long way to go. There is still a lot of February left and there is that stinkingly long month of March to get through. April is iffy--you know, one nice day, one icky one, etc. --it's just plain frustrating, that month. So, this little amuse-bouche of spring is just going to make Hobbes and I want it more. And I don't think it is going to make his craziness go away--quite the contrary.