SPENCER's RAINY DAY

                           Storm coming. Into the greenhouse.     Must have eaten too many snacks. Squeeze.

 Spencer's hideaway. Ahhh. Dry.

 
  From the greenhouse Spencer sees the Jays.   One has the best foot grab ever......

But it's cold  outside. He stays inside . Watching the jays.

                                                         Fog and mist in the forest.

                                                  Sky changes.Storm pauses.
"Birds sing after a storm, why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever."
                                               (Rose Kennedy 1890-1995)

                                             Mountain range. First snow. Spencer shivers.

              A  terribly misty, rainy day.   Spencer can feel the damp through his paws. He can see Mt. Washington  from the greenhouse. First snow.

              Sog of a bog of a day.                                             Sky changes again. Ever hopeful.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. " (Emily Dickinson) 1820-1886)

                Clearing.     Fogging up the window. Smokey stares.Willing Spencer to come out and play.

                             Outside again. Spencer poofs out his fur to warm himself.
  "Cats have very sad face. They look at you a long time and think about you. They are peaceful to have around." (Anon.)
                                                       And then the rain begins again.