Tales from the Motherhood: Pets catch case of spring fever
Seems my wannabe wild thing, Posey (our aging Maine Coon kitty), has caught spring fever. Which is awesome, because what I really relish doing at 9:30 on a Saturday night is a jog around the neighborhood with my big red dog. You know, as we track Posey, our “pulleeeese-let-meoooowt!” indoor cat. So, maybe jog is a strong word, but you get my point. (And besides, I’d been sound asleep with a book in my lap mere minutes before the missing-cat-alarm sounded last Saturday night, after Noah walked in the back door and accidentally left it open, so, yeah, I’m calling it a jog. After all, my heart raced and adrenaline pumped. Oh, and my holey pajama bottoms drooped, so thank God it was dark.