I was outside this afternoon when the winds began. After a morning of lovely, quiet, roll-in-the-catnip non-activity, I had my first encounter (I think in all my life) with a small cheepin’-shitter–I showed them I could actually hunt; I crouched with subtle suavetude (sometimes I just put ‘tude’ on words and it works), elongating and flattening my lithe, skinny body until no prey could tell me from the stepping stones, and then I attacked that rustling in the roquette and lo, and behold, I had a tiny bird in my jaws and took it to papa who praised me to the skies as I laid the little creature at his feet; I knew, from nipping mama, that it was not good to actually bite, and so papa rescued my little twitching present and threw it into the air and it flew away, pleased as punch not to have had its throat torn out by a vicious feral feline such as I. Maybe it’s sort of like those guys who fish and then throw back the catch…
But then the winds were suddenly so strong that my fur blew in the opposite direction to how it lies against my skin and it was really hard to get to the door to the kitchen and take shelter inside!
The winds around here are formidable. For little kitties who don’t have a lot to hold them down, it is a day of sneaking from under one bush to under the lavender to under the sage until one can actually find a safe spot from which to run like hell to the safe house. And the wind blows lemons from the lemon tree, which can knock your little socks off if they hit you on the cabeza, plus the wind blows the seagulls around and might even blow one of those squawking scavengers right into our garden where it could easily take a nice bite out of a little black and white furball.
What is important about these winds is that our weather went from chilly, autumn-like days directly into hot, hot, hot summer without passing through any kind of transition.
Who on earth thinks our planet is not changing radically when weather like this prevails? My kitty friends in Rome wrote me that it’s the same there–cool, fall days and then whammo–hot as Hades and more to come this week.
No one used to talk so much about winds and sun and cold and humidity and rough seas as they do every day now. When mama’s and papa’s anthro friends visited us, I used to hear, “Oh, what an adorable little Tuxedo kitty” or “Loulou, I came here just to see you” or “Loulou if you ever need another home, you’re welcome in ours” and now all I hear is “Can you believe what this wind has done to my hair?” Or, “My shutters have been ripped off their hinges and all the leaves are blown off my bougainvilla!”
Not a word about ME.
Well, climate change has to be faced and I guess that has to start somewhere, so tomorrow I’m going to help mama sweep up all the leaves and compost them asap so they don’t blow into the neighbor’s yard and get BURNED, which is not good for the atmosphere, I’m told.
I don’t think I’m going to help much with the winds, but you never know.
From a tiny acorn, a giant oak might grow.
Safe at last!
