11/30: Fading Rays

Salud,

On this tiny floating ball Humans call Earth, ze climate cools as ze planet’s northern axis points away from ze Sun and towards ze cosmos. This is a welcome annual event for esteemed outdoor felines such as myself.

Despite shorter days, ze days are better. With the leaves fully fallen and the air less humid, my senses are tuned to the Winter marshes with absolution. It is during this season that I operate at maximum efficiency to complete my duties around Crawford Terrirtory.

Nevertheless, this supreme level of productivity has a price: fatigue.

One must rest and regain energy to be as effective as me.

Like ze Venus Flytrap of the Carolinas, I lay upon ze Earth’s surface embracing ze fading rays of ze sun in anticipation of my next opportunity to pounce.

I stretch and I reach and I roll and I think while re-energizing.

Whether outside in the dirt or inside on my Human’s rugs, I seek ze sunlight. Exfoliating my beautiful face against ze warm rug is nice too.

Even Beans understands these simple pleasures; likely because he is equally simple which, at times, I can appreciate.

However, it would seem that Beans does not understand planetary axial tilts.

One afternoon, we were both basking in ze afternoon light in which I told him to enjoy it while it lasts. This was my first mistake because, of course, he became very inquisitive. I attempted to inform him of how ze Summer Sun is more overhead whereas ze Winter Sun is closer to ze horizon. And, thus, ze sunlight doesn't reach through ze windows like this during ze Summer season.

He stared at me blankly for a few seconds, looked out ze window, looked back at ze sunlight and, then, a floodgate of questions.

I swiftly informed him that our planetary science lesson was over and to just enjoy ze sunlight like ze Winter Cabbage he is.

The daylight is fading and I must go.

Au revoir,

Lé Toots