Spencer's Snowy Day

"A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without falling through..." -Jules Verne (1828-1905)

 It was a snowy day. Three weeks till Christmas. Spencer sat at the porch door. He looked at the lights inside.

 Inside was toasty warm. Spencer knew about Christmas. It meant climbing a tree the humans  grew inside the house. 

 Humans were so nice to provide a tree to climb.And shiny toys.

 He wanted to say hello to the humans  he always came to see.

 He always said hello. They had a tree inside. He could see it. 

 His brother, Smokey, yawned at the back door. 

 Smokey toddled off to play in the frosty white stuff that stuck to his nose.

 Snow was clinging to his paws as well this early day. He danced through the snow.

Spencer DID see Cordelia. Way up at the fence.  He would chase her,  later, he decided.She was fun to chase. She ran.

   FLYING SNACKS!  Spencer whipped his head around.He was sure he saw them.

 Noooo. No Snacks that Fly. Just that fuzzy black kitten inside.  Where it was warm.And there was a tree. He would like to see that tree better.

I really like Flying Snacks, Spencer mused. Almost as much as I like trees in the house. And shiny balls. 

 He licked his chops and washed his ears.  

 There were no flying snacks to be had here.No trees in the house to climb.

 It was wet and a little cold on his soft paws. 

 Trees and Flying Snacks, dreamed Spencer.

 Maybe when the frosty white stuff  melted. Maybe Flying Snacks would appear.

 Maybe  when  the trees  lost their cold white blankets.

 Sigh. Spencer dozed on the porch. It would be lovely to fly. Like the Snacks....

 He wondered where Smokey had gotten to.

 Fog was lifting . This was a morning of snow and ice.

 Sun peeked out for a moment. Spencer warmed his paws.Three weeks till Christmas.

 Smokey lay  in wet grass. Spencer placed his paws just so , his back to the cool sun. Both were dreaming of the day when cats would Fly like the elusive Snacks.

"Time spent with a cat is never wasted..." -Sigmund Freud