There’s a sound outside my window that I haven’t heard in a long time, and it’s saying, “Put the coat away, you don’t need it anymore.” It’s saying, “Today is a great day for a nice, pedal to the medal, take the turn at sixty kind of a day.”
There’s a friggin’ bird singing! Hoorah!
Tippy is going crazy, too. She’s on the window ledge doing that barking things cats do - maybe a chirp would more accurately describe the sound she’s makin’? Anyway, her cat hunting instincts have taken over, and pretty soon she’s going to launch herself into that window.
Stupid cat!